12-31-2019, 01:38 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He's gone by his surname for so long that it only comes naturally to introduce himself as such. He figures it's because of formality, or maybe because anyone can share a last name and still be little more than a face in a crowd. Anonymity was a virtue when the world was out to get you. But, in Tanglewood, the need to stay hidden, stay secret, is something that didn't seem quite so necessary when they had such strength in numbers. Now he only shares his surname out of habit.
The drink thrumming in his veins probably isn't all that strong as much as it just burns, but he's already starting to feel a little bolder, a little friendlier. His smile relaxes into something more natural. Maybe Snarl was already climbing the friendship ladder, or he just didn't care enough about old regulations to play tough around the little crowd they'd garnered. "Yeah. Kaz is alright, too." He trusts her not to abuse the power - he'd already heard that Elysium fellow calling him Millie and Mil-Mil, and he isn't sure how many more demeaning nicknames he can take. Kazuhira leans over, prods a stray stick at the base of the fire just to see it spark and smolder.
"Captain, ah, Proxy," Kaz pulls the stick out and brandishes it in Aurum's direction as he approaches, gesticulating with the glowing end. (He was, although he was loathe to admit his lightweight nature, already slipping. Of course it was more fun to lose his inhibitions, though.) "I think we've got it under control." As if to punctuate, Snarl throws a bottle into the fire. He jerks back instinctively at the flare of light, but still laughs, a high and sharp sound that centralizes just behind his teeth. Kaz pushes his burning branch back into the fire, watches the embers re-alight with a crackling, orange glow. "See?"
The drink thrumming in his veins probably isn't all that strong as much as it just burns, but he's already starting to feel a little bolder, a little friendlier. His smile relaxes into something more natural. Maybe Snarl was already climbing the friendship ladder, or he just didn't care enough about old regulations to play tough around the little crowd they'd garnered. "Yeah. Kaz is alright, too." He trusts her not to abuse the power - he'd already heard that Elysium fellow calling him Millie and Mil-Mil, and he isn't sure how many more demeaning nicknames he can take. Kazuhira leans over, prods a stray stick at the base of the fire just to see it spark and smolder.
"Captain, ah, Proxy," Kaz pulls the stick out and brandishes it in Aurum's direction as he approaches, gesticulating with the glowing end. (He was, although he was loathe to admit his lightweight nature, already slipping. Of course it was more fun to lose his inhibitions, though.) "I think we've got it under control." As if to punctuate, Snarl throws a bottle into the fire. He jerks back instinctively at the flare of light, but still laughs, a high and sharp sound that centralizes just behind his teeth. Kaz pushes his burning branch back into the fire, watches the embers re-alight with a crackling, orange glow. "See?"
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG