#noctether

ah,   he   was   teasing   him,   but   what   could   ren   do?   the   mara   never   even   let   him   sleep   all   that   well,   but   whenever   jingyuan   had   his   way   with   the   swordsman   than   he   could   sleep   like   a   dead   man.   his   mara   craved   this   man,   specifically   his   touch.   whenever   he   jumped   out   of   the   bed   and   out   of   the   window   to   get   back   to   his   crew,   he   noticed   it   already   a   few   days   later.   his   mara   started   to   miss   jingyuan   and   it   was   plainly   obvious   by   how   often   he   found   himself   thinking   of   the   man,   not   just   at   night,   sometimes   even   during   a   mission   or   in   a   day   dream.   it   was   rather   distracting,   although   ren   still   pulled   through   just   fine.

still,   he   was   very   dependent   on   jingyuan,   he   couldn't   deny   that   even   if   he   wanted   to.   he'd   only   be   lying   to   himself.   how   was   he   ever   going   to   just   accept   this?   not   that   his   mara   had   been   easy   to   handle   before   jingyuan   took   him   apart.

The Syrupism lifestyle was really only understood by those living in Penacony. Given that genuine SoulGlad could only be found in the dreamscape, and given that he was barred from both these places; Sunday was naturally finding it difficult to get his fix of sugary carbonated beverages.

He's tried tea, coffee, sparkling water, juice, even those little neon green energy drinks. Anything to supplement his need for caffeine. The craving was so bad, at times it even felt like withdrawals. Complete with terrible headaches that lasted for days. He should probably be more concerned about the health benefits. But that was the taste of his childhood. Not to mention the one vice that was allowed by the Order.

So when they had they finally found a planet that boasted a drink equally as crisp and refreshing as a bottle of SoulGlad, he was already skeptical. His expectations so high that he already knew they would never be met.

Yet when he enters the cantina, he finds someone exceeding familiar behind the counter. So stunned, in fact, that he briefly considers turning around before stealing his resolve.

The Bloodhound’s unwanted commentary is enough to leave the scholar in question bristling, hand pausing midway through reaching for mug that had just been served. The reaction is immediate, gaze snapping upwards to meet Gallagher’s in silent opposition — an ample correction would be to say that the scholar is rather well-known for that very same ‘cranky’ attitude, but what others may perceive as irritable he would argue is clear indication that he needn't be bothered.

“And yet it would appear I still fail to evade such pointless commentary.” And thus he accepts the mug, holding it level to his lips, but not quite daring a sip just yet. “Pray tell, would you interpret this as an invitation from anyone else?”

hat & glasses tossed onto the countertop as sits down on one of the bar stools. normally, he would conceal how he is truly feeling — coming across as nonchalant even in the worst of times. but thankfully — the bar is suspiciously empty. if you don't count him & the bartender. the stoneheart doesn't feel the need to don his mask. at least between now & when he gets a drink in his hand.

IF asked to describe gallagher in one word . . . what would robin use? upon initial glance he was a massive figure with a seemingly scruff appearance, but that didn't seem to truly capture him as a person. from her limited run-ins and secondhand stories from others there was much more down on the inside that made a question that some might consider simple quite complex.

a long drawn out sigh found its way from the songstress' lips as she lounged herself back in one of the plush chairs of the reverie. a furrow found itself affixed her brow as her eyes traveled to her untouched glass of sweetened mood. she'd initially come here as a means to relax but then her mind began to wander from one thought to another and thus led to her frustrated expression as she'd found herself on this sort of question.

for some people robin found this easy and a fun little experiment. her brother was protective, the trailblazer was resourceful, and so on and so forth. the moment she got to thinking about him she'd become stumped. in truth she didn't have to ruminate on this question nor this train of thought, but it seemed she wouldn't be satisfied until she had some sort of answer that seemed fitting.

" this just won't do . . . "