30.Aug.12, 12:29 AM
Oh, good evening Astoreth! You and your's are up late tonight. Niskziath loved all the other dragons, and she loved all the humans. That Astoreth was giving her attention was a highlight of her evening, and a distraction from her bonded's unusually darker thoughts. Niskziath rose, putting some more distance between herself and Astoreth to ensure the other Green had enough room to spread out and relax. Niskziath had learned to be a polite host! The Green liked to think she did a very good job of being polite, and not showing how overeager she was to make new friends.
V'zire was a naturally forgiving type of person, so he didn't seem the least bit miffed when A'liran just happened to flop down onto his couch. That was why the couch was there, to be sat on! He wasn't even bothered that A'liran still had his shoes on. Tidying up tomorrow would give him something else to do other than dwell on what S'kef had done to him. V'zire realized that the best way for him to move on from this was to focus on anything else possible. A'liran was here to help him out now, but A'liran wasn't always going to be around, and V'zire didn't feel like confiding in anyone what had happened to him. It was enough that a single person knew and cared about him.
"If you're sure. If you need anything, just tell me." V'zire wouldn't drink himself if A'liran didn't want to. He was a social drinker, who often got a little carried away when he drank. Since he did not want to to turn into a hot sobbing mess on A'liran, he kept himself away from the alcohol. When V'zire drank, things could get ugly... in the embarrassing way, really.
He took a seat down next to A'liran, running his fingers through his hair as he observed the man shuffling the deck of cards. "I think I've only played this when I was drunk. I'll probably do terribly," he warned A'liran with a small smile.
V'zire was a naturally forgiving type of person, so he didn't seem the least bit miffed when A'liran just happened to flop down onto his couch. That was why the couch was there, to be sat on! He wasn't even bothered that A'liran still had his shoes on. Tidying up tomorrow would give him something else to do other than dwell on what S'kef had done to him. V'zire realized that the best way for him to move on from this was to focus on anything else possible. A'liran was here to help him out now, but A'liran wasn't always going to be around, and V'zire didn't feel like confiding in anyone what had happened to him. It was enough that a single person knew and cared about him.
"If you're sure. If you need anything, just tell me." V'zire wouldn't drink himself if A'liran didn't want to. He was a social drinker, who often got a little carried away when he drank. Since he did not want to to turn into a hot sobbing mess on A'liran, he kept himself away from the alcohol. When V'zire drank, things could get ugly... in the embarrassing way, really.
He took a seat down next to A'liran, running his fingers through his hair as he observed the man shuffling the deck of cards. "I think I've only played this when I was drunk. I'll probably do terribly," he warned A'liran with a small smile.
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