sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
He’s observant, noticing the way she takes to the child sized coat before withdrawing swiftly, though he doesn’t comment on it. Not when her next statement has his smile broadening, an almost nostalgic note to it as he nods. “Of course. Just because you can survive alone, does not mean that you have to.” He snags one of the cocoa’s for himself – ever the sweet (and sharp) toothed one in the booth, and he watches the steam rise before he takes sip of the warm liquid to warm his old bones. “I happened to be on Mort’s doorstep when Dygra saved me and made me the devilishly handsome Ancient you now know.” Gesturing to himself with his freehand, his accented tone is playful as it is arrogant before he’s setting the cup down to begin to fold the clothes strewn out as Thalassa picks the weaponry.
Just as he’d expected.
He notes her favored dagger in hand before she’s oiling it, the metal glittering as he starts to organize the clothes into sizes and versatility. “I have..mm, always helped in one way or another.” Some were far more brutal than others were, but at the end of the day it benefited someone that wasn’t him. "At the current moment, I harbor a sharp appearance as Security of the Dusklight. I should probably aim to be somewhat warm and inviting should we wish to keep attracting patrons." It's a playful jab at himself as he evades an answer he isn't even sure he knows. What he does know is that Deepfrost takes his edges off, unless someone wholly and horribly overstepped.
And perhaps it’s a less invasive way to help the Ancient population in the Grounds than what had happened to him before he’d become one as well. “Darling Dygra always loves a flare of unique chaos. However you choose that chaos to be. It does not always have to be the definition.” If Thal watches him, she’ll see that he’s a relatively unique Ancient in that he is a perfectionist. The clothes are organized in perfect rows and by size, folded properly and neatly.
And Dygra still loved him for it, even when traditionally they would be more akin to keep things messy and strewn about.
Just as he’d expected.
He notes her favored dagger in hand before she’s oiling it, the metal glittering as he starts to organize the clothes into sizes and versatility. “I have..mm, always helped in one way or another.” Some were far more brutal than others were, but at the end of the day it benefited someone that wasn’t him. "At the current moment, I harbor a sharp appearance as Security of the Dusklight. I should probably aim to be somewhat warm and inviting should we wish to keep attracting patrons." It's a playful jab at himself as he evades an answer he isn't even sure he knows. What he does know is that Deepfrost takes his edges off, unless someone wholly and horribly overstepped.
And perhaps it’s a less invasive way to help the Ancient population in the Grounds than what had happened to him before he’d become one as well. “Darling Dygra always loves a flare of unique chaos. However you choose that chaos to be. It does not always have to be the definition.” If Thal watches him, she’ll see that he’s a relatively unique Ancient in that he is a perfectionist. The clothes are organized in perfect rows and by size, folded properly and neatly.
And Dygra still loved him for it, even when traditionally they would be more akin to keep things messy and strewn about.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
