the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Smiling proudly to himself - that Deimos doesn't have any immediate criticism of his snowball technique is high praise, in Amhran's opinion - and continuing to stir the cocoa as it all comes together into all its chocolatey decadence, he glances over to the Sword as he considers his vacation. "Sometimes a few days is all you need," he quips with a smile. "Where would you go? Or would you just stay here?"
At the confirmation that it's ready, Amhran steps back to let Deimos take over again, though he continues to stir it until the last moment, having done this enough times with their powdery concoctions that he knows better than to let it get a skin (eugh). "I do not think I am much built for offensive tactics. Not like real soldiers," he agrees, sounding thoughtful rather than down on himself - it's just the way he's been made, after all.
"Perhaps I will try the climbing wall, though. I'm tall enough to make it seem easy at least, right?" Smiling and accepting his mug, he nods and follows suit with the marshmallows, going to take a seat at the kitchen table to watch the snow fall outside.
At the confirmation that it's ready, Amhran steps back to let Deimos take over again, though he continues to stir it until the last moment, having done this enough times with their powdery concoctions that he knows better than to let it get a skin (eugh). "I do not think I am much built for offensive tactics. Not like real soldiers," he agrees, sounding thoughtful rather than down on himself - it's just the way he's been made, after all.
"Perhaps I will try the climbing wall, though. I'm tall enough to make it seem easy at least, right?" Smiling and accepting his mug, he nods and follows suit with the marshmallows, going to take a seat at the kitchen table to watch the snow fall outside.
