08-15-2019, 11:27 PM
How flattering. So Wormwood saw him as either a guy in need, or a sordid, good-for-nothing drunkard. Usually, one would allow some time pass before making assumptions of such a nature. Nevertheless, he accepted the alcoholic offering with open arms. While 'a drink every once in a while' wasn't a fundamental for the hound's wellbeing, nor was it treated like one, the notion was composed in good will. And as of late, he had been considerably starved of others' kindness; to deny Wormwood right now would just make him just like the rest of them.
Leroy's grin broadened at the lion's observation. It wasn't like he made an attempt to hide the fact that the past night was shitty in every way possible, yet he found Wormwood's casual mention of it fairly humorous. However, when the reason behind the visit was brought up, his smile soon diminished and his expression grew sullen. The cur refrained from putting much thought into it, as he still couldn't perceive it as reality, but someday he'd have Tanglewood under his jurisdiction. Thinking about it put a damper on his current temperament. Sure, he came into the group with eyes on the throne. He'd changed since then. And he didn't want to lead a Tanglewood that lacked the current general, whom would have to disappear if he ascended to power. And supposing that something detrimental were to occur to Crow, Leroy would be pretty darn lost. Leroy, future leader. Now, that was something he could drink to.
He phases back to the real world, shaking away the doubtful thoughts and insecurities with a hasty rattle of his noggin. "Err - thanks." The lion had said a lot, and he knew not how to properly respond. You'd think that the social skills for someone of his status would be of an improved manner. And you'd be wrong to think that. "My house is pretty, uhh... cluttered at th' moment," he continues, the word "cluttered" alluding to the uninhabitable zone of his hut that comprised of nothing but junk, "barely has enough room for me, even. So I don't got no drinkin' spot ideas. Maybe you do?".
Honestly, he didn't care enough to give an input on the dilemma. Leroy didn't hold himself in high enough a regard to give a shit about someone seeing him drinking. What were they going to do about it, anyways?
Leroy's grin broadened at the lion's observation. It wasn't like he made an attempt to hide the fact that the past night was shitty in every way possible, yet he found Wormwood's casual mention of it fairly humorous. However, when the reason behind the visit was brought up, his smile soon diminished and his expression grew sullen. The cur refrained from putting much thought into it, as he still couldn't perceive it as reality, but someday he'd have Tanglewood under his jurisdiction. Thinking about it put a damper on his current temperament. Sure, he came into the group with eyes on the throne. He'd changed since then. And he didn't want to lead a Tanglewood that lacked the current general, whom would have to disappear if he ascended to power. And supposing that something detrimental were to occur to Crow, Leroy would be pretty darn lost. Leroy, future leader. Now, that was something he could drink to.
He phases back to the real world, shaking away the doubtful thoughts and insecurities with a hasty rattle of his noggin. "Err - thanks." The lion had said a lot, and he knew not how to properly respond. You'd think that the social skills for someone of his status would be of an improved manner. And you'd be wrong to think that. "My house is pretty, uhh... cluttered at th' moment," he continues, the word "cluttered" alluding to the uninhabitable zone of his hut that comprised of nothing but junk, "barely has enough room for me, even. So I don't got no drinkin' spot ideas. Maybe you do?".
Honestly, he didn't care enough to give an input on the dilemma. Leroy didn't hold himself in high enough a regard to give a shit about someone seeing him drinking. What were they going to do about it, anyways?