31.Jan.12, 05:45 AM
Erisi tried his hardest not to arch his brow at spotting Talian sitting on a bed while waiting for him, but failed. It was difficult for him not to read into Talian's actions too deeply, because the man was giving off the completely wrong impression without even trying. While he may have failed to prevent some eyebrow arching, he did succeed in not getting the wrong idea. "Where can we sit down?" he asked, mostly because he wasn't going to sit on Talian's bed and give him the wrong impression.
Scanning Talian's room briefly, he noted that it wasn't a bad place. Really, what his attention focused on was the bottle of wine that Talian had in his possession. It was a surprise to him. For someone who didn't drink, it was awfully handy to have a bottle of wine in his room. "Well, the more the merrier." Erisi never truly enjoyed getting drunk. He liked reaching that perfect state of alcohol-induced tipsiness where he could live a little without losing control. It was a hard state to reach, and he usually either overshot it or undershot it. The times he overshot it were terrible. Back at home, he was renowned for being the worst person to meet when he was sober, and the best person to meet when he was drunk. Or at least, that was how it was amongst his friends.
Yeah, Talian definitely wasn't making a move on him with that 'friends' comment. Erisi almost rolled his eyes again, but this time managed to resist the urge. He was almost disappointed, since Talian was cute enough for his tastes. Then again, he really wasn't that disappointed. He had the creeping suspicion that romance was never going to be in Talian's range of skills. "You have any cups, if not we can certainly just drink straight from the bottle. I promise I have no incurable diseases, or any disease. Unless, y'know, hating this Weyr can be considered a disease. I'm pretty sick from that one." Erisi smirked, apparently satisfied with himself for that snarky comment about their new home.
Scanning Talian's room briefly, he noted that it wasn't a bad place. Really, what his attention focused on was the bottle of wine that Talian had in his possession. It was a surprise to him. For someone who didn't drink, it was awfully handy to have a bottle of wine in his room. "Well, the more the merrier." Erisi never truly enjoyed getting drunk. He liked reaching that perfect state of alcohol-induced tipsiness where he could live a little without losing control. It was a hard state to reach, and he usually either overshot it or undershot it. The times he overshot it were terrible. Back at home, he was renowned for being the worst person to meet when he was sober, and the best person to meet when he was drunk. Or at least, that was how it was amongst his friends.
Yeah, Talian definitely wasn't making a move on him with that 'friends' comment. Erisi almost rolled his eyes again, but this time managed to resist the urge. He was almost disappointed, since Talian was cute enough for his tastes. Then again, he really wasn't that disappointed. He had the creeping suspicion that romance was never going to be in Talian's range of skills. "You have any cups, if not we can certainly just drink straight from the bottle. I promise I have no incurable diseases, or any disease. Unless, y'know, hating this Weyr can be considered a disease. I'm pretty sick from that one." Erisi smirked, apparently satisfied with himself for that snarky comment about their new home.