Logan pulls the beer closer, claiming it but still with a half full bottle in hand, and nods at Will. "Yeah, pretty much. War's over, fightin an the shit it started ain't no where near done yet."
Large wings, longer than she is tall. Lesser kestrel, each feather real gold and she's running each one through her slim brown fingers. The snakes are slender, black and twisting through her braids, and add a hissing counter-point to her hum.
She doesn't appear to have noticed him, although there is that quote about assuming things.
Wings he's seen, although these ones are interesting with the being made of gold and all. He's curious whether or not she can actually fly with the things, they wingspan seems enough to do the job.
After the brief assessment of her he doesn't to pay the lady much attention anymore. But again, there's that thing about assumptions.
The snarl gets Logan to check the guy over again, reassessing the possible threat level he posed but taking it up only a half notch or so in Logan's measuring.
"Well fish ain't really know fer thier smarts. Other stuff might have a bit more brains to it, dependin what it is."
The passing food catches his attention and he gives a sniff and Logan considers again ordering something to eat.
The grinning is annoying in the way that Logan just finds grinning annoying some nights. Especially ear to ear grinning, that's just too much cheerful for his normal tastes.
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"Eve, sir, can I join ye?"
He's tired but not quite as sore.
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The 'sir' is what caused the eyeing but the more beer wins Will a seat.
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"In yer time, the Registration an all its troubles already 'appened, aye?"
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"There's also the whole thing were we get different versions of the same person wanderin around. I tell ya, our world is pretty mucked up."
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Long drink of beer as he thinks of what to say, rubbing at his wrist for a moment,
"Na goin' to let 'em catch 'er 'gain."
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On table.
Grooming wings.
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Snakes are an interesting touch though.
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She doesn't appear to have noticed him, although there is that quote about assuming things.
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After the brief assessment of her he doesn't to pay the lady much attention anymore. But again, there's that thing about assumptions.
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Hissing at the Trilobites.
Covered in blood, smelling like gasoline.
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"Outta stick yer hand in there if yer bored." He doesn't know if Trilobites bite, but if they do could be worth a laugh.
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"You first."
Maniacal grin and all.
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"Nah, I'm good. Aquariums were never really my thing."
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That being said, he probably wouldn't care at this current juncture, anyway.
"Dey's stupid. Everything's stupid." Came the snarled response.
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"Well fish ain't really know fer thier smarts. Other stuff might have a bit more brains to it, dependin what it is."
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The grinning is annoying in the way that Logan just finds grinning annoying some nights. Especially ear to ear grinning, that's just too much cheerful for his normal tastes.
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Tegid did, however, notice the man sitting with his feet on the table.
"Hello," said Tegid cheerfully.
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"Hey." He answers the greeting.
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Yes, happy bard = people getting food.
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