08-29-2024, 06:02 PM
He noticed the excitement in her body language, but did not say anything to avoid embarrassing her. He just gave a slight smile instead, remaining in a casual, relaxed sitting position, watching her set aside the bottle labeled ”Grinn”. He observed as Sakura set an empty glass on the bar and began to pour the drink. The smell was heavenly, reminding Phoenix of the quiet moments in time he enjoyed so much when he could get them.
Most of those times he was by himself, lost in his thoughts and memories, some good, some bad, but in his own time he would have that time to process those feelings that came up without input from someone else. He learned in his childhood early on to do things himself as he could not rely on his parents to do so. His childhood wasn’t great, but through it he strove to be a much stronger person and example for others. He would not let his relatives define him- not anymore.
The orange tabby’s thoughts distracted him from the present moment for a few seconds, before he heard the glass moving towards him, full of the alcohol named Grinn.
“Grinn, huh? That is a very interesting name for a drink.” The Grand Marshal inspected the liquid for a few moments, finally grasping it carefully between his paws and took a sip to start.
“I can see why it’s a favorite- it has rich flavor.” This time when he raised the glass to his mouth, he took a much bigger gulp. He was very much enjoying it, closing his eyes to savor the taste. “It might be one of the best drinks I’ve had so far. Thank you.” With that, he finished his glass, carefully pushing it back towards her.
“I hope it isn’t too invasive to ask, but what brought you to The Horde?” He tilted his head slightly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. He didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed or too anxious.
Most of those times he was by himself, lost in his thoughts and memories, some good, some bad, but in his own time he would have that time to process those feelings that came up without input from someone else. He learned in his childhood early on to do things himself as he could not rely on his parents to do so. His childhood wasn’t great, but through it he strove to be a much stronger person and example for others. He would not let his relatives define him- not anymore.
The orange tabby’s thoughts distracted him from the present moment for a few seconds, before he heard the glass moving towards him, full of the alcohol named Grinn.
“Grinn, huh? That is a very interesting name for a drink.” The Grand Marshal inspected the liquid for a few moments, finally grasping it carefully between his paws and took a sip to start.
“I can see why it’s a favorite- it has rich flavor.” This time when he raised the glass to his mouth, he took a much bigger gulp. He was very much enjoying it, closing his eyes to savor the taste. “It might be one of the best drinks I’ve had so far. Thank you.” With that, he finished his glass, carefully pushing it back towards her.
“I hope it isn’t too invasive to ask, but what brought you to The Horde?” He tilted his head slightly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. He didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed or too anxious.