#python  support

"Oh, does it now? I would think you are very clearly capable of telling just who my father is."

She...vaguely remembers Python from when last she was here. A passing figure she had seen in her peripheral that she never really paid any mind to. What she had heard of him reminded her of Aunt Setsuna.

That made this all the worse, in her opinion.

"You might ask him yourself for confirmation should you wish it. He will say as much, if he is not a fool. Question unanswered / intentions a mystery / my father and you?"

>(Sent at 3:47 a.m.) ...

>(Sent at 3:48 a.m.) that sounds more like a you movie than it does a forsyth movie

He’d been eyeing the chaps around the card table for a while. Sizing them up to see how they played. What their tells were, and by now he was feeling ready to step up to the challenge.

The fellow near him at the bar must have taken note though, as he leaned close and murmured something sardonic.

Joshua tossed him a look. “Hm, I know that one all too well now.” He looked back over to the table. Nah, they’d be easy. Too easy.

45. ❝Can I kiss you?❞

Silque wasn’t sure what drove her to ask such a thing. Perhaps it was because she had little experience in the matter and there were things she was curious about. It wasn’t as if there were plenty of people Silque could ask to kiss and not have it end poorly. Either they’d refuse her right out or it would just make things terribly awkward. Or she didn’t think she should ask them for a kiss. 

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Well, the lad is forward about what he wants. Saber can appreciate that. He laughed, getting comfortable in his seat as he looked the stranger over. Young, probably, but not enough to be questionable. He tended to prefer women, but he could definitely have a good time with this one. That smirk he wore was endearing.

“That so?” He shifted in his seat, only enough to encourage the actions going on under the table. He wondered just how far he’d go when he was clearly visible to a very full, but very distracted tavern. He seemed cocky, but how cocky was he.

@aimless--archer

Setsuna remembered very clearly someone telling her the importance of having a set of rules for sleeping with people. It’d been a whole thing. But she remembered that detail about the person even if she hadn’t really cared in the long run one way or another.

But there was another time and place for thinking of that and it was not that moment as the two of them stumbled into Python’s apartment. Setsuna giggled absently as she kicked off her boots. Python’d mentioned a roommate who apparently wasn’t here, but he’d likely make himself scarce soon enough. They were pretty loud already.

Setsuna didn’t get much chance to think after hearing the voice before she suddenly found what used to be some kind of cupcake getting smeared into her face. She whined loudly and grabbed onto the arm of whoever was doing it, frowning at them

“Pyfom!” She mumbled against the food. Turning her head she spat it out and batted his arm away. “Why?”

python greaser voice: tell me about it, stud.

He’s only just arrived and missed whatever it is the townspeople are celebrating. Still, a good mood is infectious, and Saber wasn’t one to turn away drink when it was flowing freely.

The tavern is crowded, people moving about and talking loudly, and he’s barely paying any attention to who sits at the table he’s managed to snag. It’s risky, but it’s more often than not some townsperson resting a moment, or sitting with a friend to drink before joining someone else.

Saber doesn’t mind, as he sits and drinks his own. With a town this happy, something big must have happened. And usually, happy people weren’t the kind of people who needed a job from him. He’d probably be best enjoying the night and moving to the next-

Something brushes (and continues to) against his leg, far too purposefully to be accidental. He looks and across from him sits the obvious culprit. The blue haired man across from him looks far too smug to be subtle, leaning back in his chair and smirking from atop his own glass.