EZRA
If he's down to drink he must be okay. "I have no issues swapping some spit," you reply easily, smirking as you uncork the bottle between your pearly teeth, swallowing deeply before passing it to old grey hair. "To your health, sir."There's some pretty little (literally, in one case) things joining them, though, so you settle into your stump, uncharacteristically quiet as they all say hi to the nice old man and he begins to spout a long lecture. Yes, yes, we're here to mourn, blah blah blah, life sucks here. It isn't until his very last word that your head snaps up, spine straightening in sudden interest as a painful pang shoots through your heart.
The girls make their introductions, but you're suddenly very interested in Jigano. Slipping over to sit closer to your fearless leader, you extend the bottle again, your voice soft and eager. "Edy, huh? Me too. Did you know the fire queen well?"
isn't it lovely, all alone
heart made of glass
my mind made of stone
