Post by Eddy O'Saka on Jan 5, 2013 10:16:56 GMT -5
Continuing a RP started on Tumblr. ;3
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Eddy:
Utterly ignoring the balaur’s antics on Reinhardt’s shoulder, the missing fingers on the young man’s hand also seemed to still have passed him unnoticed. Well, he currently was way too busy trying to look straight without throwing up with his head pounding like it was a mine that just had suffered a major gas explosion.
“I dunno. I guess not.”, was all he muttered, when Reinhardt asked about how he had slept. Well, he had passed out and vaguely could remember some dreams, the sort of dreams he drew every night anyway and waking up had been far from pleasant anyway. Then again, that was nothing all too new and nothing a beer or something similar couldn’t help.
It was just then however, that it dawned on Reinhardt’s disheveled landlord, that the younger was pretty much covered in paint and dust and matching his words, really looked like this already had been a good day for work. Staring a little pointlessly at Reinhardt’s close for a couple moments after he had spoken, like to proceed, he then looked up again, his good eye appearing rather confused, when he croaked, “Wha’ t’ell you been up to s’early?”
Reinhardt:
Blinking and looking down at himself, Reinhardt suddenly remembered how itchy dried lys-rust was and casually went about scraping some off of one forearm as he answered. “It ain’t a policy o’ mine to waste daylight, so ah went ahead and refurbished that see-through stable o’ yers.” he responded, seeming equally confused as Eddy, not entirely certain why such a question should be asked. It occurred to him that maybe it’d been a very long time since Eddy had seen the marks of construction, if he ever had at all, and that perhaps the whole rust-red barn thing wasn’t as much of a necessity in the dry-aired west as it was down south.
True to his earlier suspicions, it looked like Eddy was about to keel over from the sheer magnitude of his hangover, so it seemed prudent enough to Reinhardt to speak softly and bluntly. It’d do him no good to befuddle his would-be hotelier, but at the same time, what with the related circumstances of their initial meeting, it seemed prudent to warn the man. “Maybe y’ should take a sit down if it’d do ya some good, mister O’Saka.”
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Eddy:
Utterly ignoring the balaur’s antics on Reinhardt’s shoulder, the missing fingers on the young man’s hand also seemed to still have passed him unnoticed. Well, he currently was way too busy trying to look straight without throwing up with his head pounding like it was a mine that just had suffered a major gas explosion.
“I dunno. I guess not.”, was all he muttered, when Reinhardt asked about how he had slept. Well, he had passed out and vaguely could remember some dreams, the sort of dreams he drew every night anyway and waking up had been far from pleasant anyway. Then again, that was nothing all too new and nothing a beer or something similar couldn’t help.
It was just then however, that it dawned on Reinhardt’s disheveled landlord, that the younger was pretty much covered in paint and dust and matching his words, really looked like this already had been a good day for work. Staring a little pointlessly at Reinhardt’s close for a couple moments after he had spoken, like to proceed, he then looked up again, his good eye appearing rather confused, when he croaked, “Wha’ t’ell you been up to s’early?”
Reinhardt:
Blinking and looking down at himself, Reinhardt suddenly remembered how itchy dried lys-rust was and casually went about scraping some off of one forearm as he answered. “It ain’t a policy o’ mine to waste daylight, so ah went ahead and refurbished that see-through stable o’ yers.” he responded, seeming equally confused as Eddy, not entirely certain why such a question should be asked. It occurred to him that maybe it’d been a very long time since Eddy had seen the marks of construction, if he ever had at all, and that perhaps the whole rust-red barn thing wasn’t as much of a necessity in the dry-aired west as it was down south.
True to his earlier suspicions, it looked like Eddy was about to keel over from the sheer magnitude of his hangover, so it seemed prudent enough to Reinhardt to speak softly and bluntly. It’d do him no good to befuddle his would-be hotelier, but at the same time, what with the related circumstances of their initial meeting, it seemed prudent to warn the man. “Maybe y’ should take a sit down if it’d do ya some good, mister O’Saka.”
