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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 10:18 am
Sometime between the closing hour, and the time that Vasha appeared in the alley again, Pal had reappeared. He carried his large duffel over one shoulder, and that strangely shy expression on his face. Especially strange because he was waiting to accompany a relative stranger home...
Pal lifted the other hand, to show he hadn't been idle all day. "do you drink?" It couldn't be called drinking in the barbaric sense... the beers were not only trendy and upscale, but not particularly strong, either. He knew, it was occasionally the cost of such things that mattered. A nice pack of microbrews seemed a much nicer thing to offer than the usual beer he knew most working class humans drank when they came home, and he really was trying to fit in. Even if he didn't have the first clue what beer was even like.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 2:21 pm
Vasha was rather surprised by the question. His bright blue gaze fixed upon the other and, slowly, he shook his head. "No... I generally prefure to be sober...." he replied in his usual unaffected tone. "You don't look like someone who drinks, either, so why don't you just leave it?" He had almost said "smell" instead of "look." Almost. It had been close for him -- as close to a slip up as he ever made. And he had even made a personal suggestion -- not that he thought the other would mind, but he didn't tend to do such things.... Still, alcohol was alcohol and he had always been against such things, as he could see easily the affects they had had on the adults around him. Really, to run the bakery he needed to keep a good, firm, reliable schedule -- and stay sober. That really made the difference.
He cocked his head slightly to the side for a moment to indicate the direction they needed to go, and then turned silently that way, leading the other along. As with everything else, he walked silently. He really wasn't much of a talker.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 4:37 pm
Indeed, Pal was thrown off by that. He stared a moment at the beer in his hand, and seemed a little confused. He did leave it, but it was probably obvious that the situation was not one he was used to. He trotted along behind Vasha instead, quiet for much of the trip as he followed him. It wasn't the easiest situation to understand, in truth. He was very much attempting to fit in- but one failure did not make his entire life a failure, and he certainly wasn't going to give up!
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