a tempest, you was rising
Glancing up and spying the man lurking over him (he had his nipple out after all and was in a very precarious position of sorts. Just who was the pervert?), James shot the man a properly displeased look. "Drunk? Drunk?" His voice rose dramatically, the lilt of his accent making him sound utterly horrified.
"Oh this?" Glancing down at the bottle, James cracked a grin and shook his head. "Oh no, I am a time traveler, you see. This is what helps me get around. It isn't booze at all."
—son of Hapuseneb. "Bless you." James offered, assuming the latter word was a sneeze.
"I am Time Traveler sixhundred and eleventy one." He said, rolling one wrist in a grand gesture and bowing his head.
With a bit of a frown, James glanced around the woods and shrugged. "Not too old, not too young. Good leaf coverage, look, you can see it yourself." He indicated, knowledgeably pointing out the canopy over head. "And good wood. Really good wood." The thief added, patting the bark of the tree he leaned against.
"Oh this?" Glancing down at the bottle, James cracked a grin and shook his head. "Oh no, I am a time traveler, you see. This is what helps me get around. It isn't booze at all."
—son of Hapuseneb. "Bless you." James offered, assuming the latter word was a sneeze.
"I am Time Traveler sixhundred and eleventy one." He said, rolling one wrist in a grand gesture and bowing his head.
With a bit of a frown, James glanced around the woods and shrugged. "Not too old, not too young. Good leaf coverage, look, you can see it yourself." He indicated, knowledgeably pointing out the canopy over head. "And good wood. Really good wood." The thief added, patting the bark of the tree he leaned against.
& no i don't like to be this way
