Pierce
Flashing a grateful grin toward Lena as the hats are offered, he takes his time choosing one – settling on a comically small bowler hat that he puts into place on his head. Bright green with clashing purple adornments, nestled into the spray of curls, the bowler hat was quite amusing, he’s sure. But with a face splattered everywhere else in the world, he supposes there’s no use in hiding. Besides, he’s in Stormbreak for Family business anyway, might as well have some fun.
“Thanks.” He says as he turns to appraise the newcomer, an unfamiliar face – taller than he is and brawny as well, but far less than he is. Not that Pierce is worried, of course. He’s here for the tacos, after all. The shakiness in which they serve him is just a bonus. And as Zavien introduces himself, he plucks that name away for later, extending his own to shake Zavien’s in a strong and firm handshake. “Pierce.” He says, as though the man before them didn’t know who he was, despite how he knew the information had likely been spread.
At any rate, Dahlia is soon there to alleviate any tensions, and with her arm in his the bruiser seems to brighten. “I was thinkin’ thirds.” He teases, before he makes a whistling sound as Noe explains the types of tacos on display. “I’m now thinkin’ dessert tacos first?” He suggests to Dahlia with a playful note to his deep baritone of a voice, already utilizing his strength to drag the Reaper along with him to that table, pedantically and playfully sticking his tongue out at Vox as they pass by his own display.
“Thanks.” He says as he turns to appraise the newcomer, an unfamiliar face – taller than he is and brawny as well, but far less than he is. Not that Pierce is worried, of course. He’s here for the tacos, after all. The shakiness in which they serve him is just a bonus. And as Zavien introduces himself, he plucks that name away for later, extending his own to shake Zavien’s in a strong and firm handshake. “Pierce.” He says, as though the man before them didn’t know who he was, despite how he knew the information had likely been spread.
At any rate, Dahlia is soon there to alleviate any tensions, and with her arm in his the bruiser seems to brighten. “I was thinkin’ thirds.” He teases, before he makes a whistling sound as Noe explains the types of tacos on display. “I’m now thinkin’ dessert tacos first?” He suggests to Dahlia with a playful note to his deep baritone of a voice, already utilizing his strength to drag the Reaper along with him to that table, pedantically and playfully sticking his tongue out at Vox as they pass by his own display.
