Setting his glass down with a light tink, Iskra picks up the first book and leafs through it, glancing up at each additional title. His smile grows steadily with every thud she delivers, like dawn does around a mountain, especially with the lingering care she places on the final one. Her tease earns a hearty laugh, all her bar-lit warnings resurfacing as he evaluates the heft of the texts. Certainly simpler to get through the slut books.
"These will be perfect," he assures her, closing the one he held with a snap and setting it on the pile with a pat. "For either purpose, though if I return them with some drool marks, apologies in advance I suppose." Interested as Iskra is in the topics, the expanding of one's mind is a bit more placid than doing the same for the body, and hitting those barriers of growth often ends in quiet retreat to slumber if only to avoid the echo of new thoughts. Might help him cut down on his alcohol bills at the very least.
He follows her gaze out the window, where Goose can be seen trotting back and forth with a particularly long stick he's scrounged up as is parading around proudly to any passerby. "That's a great idea!" he agrees as he glances back at her, "we need at least ten soaks as payback for all that digging." There's perhaps a softer edge to him than when they first met. Whether born of the growing familiarity between them, or something sharp that is getting sanded away as he faces his problems instead of runs for them, hard to say right now, but his smiles find their way quick and bright even compare to the bar. "We'll just need to swing by my house to grab my trunks, unless you've got something I can fit in?" he jests, 'brows raising in mock wonder for an answer he already knows.
"These will be perfect," he assures her, closing the one he held with a snap and setting it on the pile with a pat. "For either purpose, though if I return them with some drool marks, apologies in advance I suppose." Interested as Iskra is in the topics, the expanding of one's mind is a bit more placid than doing the same for the body, and hitting those barriers of growth often ends in quiet retreat to slumber if only to avoid the echo of new thoughts. Might help him cut down on his alcohol bills at the very least.
He follows her gaze out the window, where Goose can be seen trotting back and forth with a particularly long stick he's scrounged up as is parading around proudly to any passerby. "That's a great idea!" he agrees as he glances back at her, "we need at least ten soaks as payback for all that digging." There's perhaps a softer edge to him than when they first met. Whether born of the growing familiarity between them, or something sharp that is getting sanded away as he faces his problems instead of runs for them, hard to say right now, but his smiles find their way quick and bright even compare to the bar. "We'll just need to swing by my house to grab my trunks, unless you've got something I can fit in?" he jests, 'brows raising in mock wonder for an answer he already knows.
Iskra
