((You know that 'long delay' you had when you posted? 8D;;; I think I beat it by about half a year.. sweatdrop I hope you're still doing well! Did you get a place to put your art up yet? o: ))
The look on Tamislin's face said he didn't understand what those words meant. He held his cup of tea in both hands, and looked at the detective, head tilted a little, as he waited for the other to elaborate or, or.. well, or not, he supposed.
He shifted a little on the chair as his eyes glanced towards the livingroom and his unfinished homework on the coffee table. "I need to finish my homework," he said with obvious reluctance, "If you want, you can use the phone to call someone to come pick you up? Or, or a cab, I guess." The elf eyed the detective, then. ".. Although.. you wouldn't happen to be really good at 'khem ister ii' or history, would you?" It was the first hint of any accent the Detective might have picked up, the small fellow seemed to have a good grasp of the language for the most part.
Yes, he was having a hard time with those two. No, he wasn't eyeing the Detective hopefully. (Okay, okay, a little.)
(( You succeed, let me tell you. It's rare I get to see such well thought-out and elaborate characters in the WG!~
Aha, I'm sure Kegan's used to it by now. The kid's got a record a mile long-- including but not limited to public assault, vandalization ( as a result of his brawls, and the occasional street are ), and forgery ( Kegan's got a nose for trouble, and always seems to be able to find it without much issue ). So he probably gets scolded a lot.
Kegan: - Rolls his eyes fondly and cracks a crooked grin. - Aw, Detective Roderick, STILL with the kid stuff? C'mon, I bring more guys into the station than some of the men on the force! I can handle myself out on the streets! ))
(( Amg. Your post in the ' Which of the two AAY likes you more and why? ' thread. I actually barked out a laugh at that. Kegan's a reckless troublemaker, for sure-- but I can totally see them dragging in scum to the police station like, ' Hey guys, look who I beat the crap out of-- I MEAN, captured from your Wanted list? ' They're not a bad kid, once you get past the bad habits and the mischievous nature. ))
((Ooh, don't worry about the delay. I'm glad to see the update, but it's more important that you've got a roof over your head and are capable of feeding yourself and keeping warm, which is probably what you've been doing . I'm pleased ot see you are well enough to be respond and certainly, I'm pleased to see the response itself, but don't worry~.. I'm too tired to reply right now, but I will in the next.. week or so. 8D;; Work's physically demanding right now, phew.))
Whaaaat? Well then, you missed quite a show! And the answer to your question. It went up, up, up and exploded with the speckles of color and sparks! Up up up, and then rained down, down, down on everyone below. I'm sure you'll find parts of it around Durem and in the sewer system if you're perceptive, pooh bear.
Tamislin did not have words to respond to that statement with. He was aware humans generally offered some platitude at this point in conversations, but he had yet to figure out why humans did that to begin with. On the whole, they were rather confusing, and he had no trouble understanding some of the decisions made by the elders or the elves in their stories.
"If you do not remember, that probably means you need more fluids in you," he offered after another moment. That was useful and likely, after all. Plus, considering the amount of alcohol the man appeared to have imbibed prior, the Jasmine tea would probably make him sleepy enough to consider a nap. Tamislin could use the quiet time to do his homework and by the time the man woke up, he'd be clear-eyed and bushy-tailed - he thought the idiom went - enough to make his way back to his car and take it home without issue.
It'd also give the elf time to put the keys back into his coat and no fuss would need to be made. Best plan ever!
Well, not the worst plan ever, at least. Still, it depended on what the human wanted to do and was still capable of as well, which Tamislin had to admit, was something out of his control.