Sascha struggled with keeping the tears at bay over the kindness he just had witnessed being thrown at him from the bartender. He really wanted to just break apart for a bit, sob like a little kid with his strong drink and hope his life could find some sort of footing again. True.. He had been a runaway back in china as well since he had fled from the army, but at least he had know what all things was back home. The hope to get back home had however started to wash away which perhaps was why he started to learn about this new place. Home is where you are at.. right?
Suddenly in his fight over not crying he had a voice that surprisingly was directed towards HIM, not anyone else but actually him which made him with thoose unvolentary tearglimmering eyes turn his face around to see who had spoken to him. Still ofcourse he tried his best to not sob which probably where kinda pointless considering one could see by a mere look at him that he was at the edge of tears. He kept a proud face though as his eyes wandered over the white haired male, trying to figure out who this might be. After sucking up his words like a dry sponge his black eyes wandered over to the table the man showed him before he turned them back to the male, cleared his throat to properly thank him for his kindness.. even though it first came out in chinese. "Fēicháng gǎnxiè nǐ.. i mean.. thank you so much sir.." Even his voice was at the edge of breaking and he turned around to quickly dry his teary eyey a bit in an attempt to stealth before he grabbed his whiskey and followed the man towards the table.
He made sure to not sit down until the man first had done it and placed his heavy bag next to himself where he now sat down. His eyes where placed at the other man as he raised his whiskey to the lips and took a sip of the aftersought liquid. He then put the glas back on the table as a tired smile spread its way on his face. "Thank you for inviting me, i've had the worst couple of days. My name is Sascha, what's yours?" And as per normal chinese tradition he made his hands meet eachother and bowed his head as a salutation to the man. Not even thinking how it would look or if it even fit in this world.
Suddenly in his fight over not crying he had a voice that surprisingly was directed towards HIM, not anyone else but actually him which made him with thoose unvolentary tearglimmering eyes turn his face around to see who had spoken to him. Still ofcourse he tried his best to not sob which probably where kinda pointless considering one could see by a mere look at him that he was at the edge of tears. He kept a proud face though as his eyes wandered over the white haired male, trying to figure out who this might be. After sucking up his words like a dry sponge his black eyes wandered over to the table the man showed him before he turned them back to the male, cleared his throat to properly thank him for his kindness.. even though it first came out in chinese. "Fēicháng gǎnxiè nǐ.. i mean.. thank you so much sir.." Even his voice was at the edge of breaking and he turned around to quickly dry his teary eyey a bit in an attempt to stealth before he grabbed his whiskey and followed the man towards the table.
He made sure to not sit down until the man first had done it and placed his heavy bag next to himself where he now sat down. His eyes where placed at the other man as he raised his whiskey to the lips and took a sip of the aftersought liquid. He then put the glas back on the table as a tired smile spread its way on his face. "Thank you for inviting me, i've had the worst couple of days. My name is Sascha, what's yours?" And as per normal chinese tradition he made his hands meet eachother and bowed his head as a salutation to the man. Not even thinking how it would look or if it even fit in this world.
