[ A blood oath was about as formal as his life had ever gotten event-wise and that's, well. Pretty different Still, "not so bad" is something he'll take, as far as being part of a pair goes. Once they sniff out their table, he hums, tone still carrying some of that awed quality with it. He reaches out with his free hand to run his fingertips over the tablecloth. ]
There really is one.
[ Decorum isn't his gig, and neither is noise, but there's something about the air of the place — some having fun, others bickering, the works — that reminds him of better times.
Weird.
He pulls the chair out the slips the red box onto the table, looking across at Clair with a sudden curiosity. ]
no subject
There really is one.
[ Decorum isn't his gig, and neither is noise, but there's something about the air of the place — some having fun, others bickering, the works — that reminds him of better times.
Weird.
He pulls the chair out the slips the red box onto the table, looking across at Clair with a sudden curiosity. ]
Is there a food you like to eat?