Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2015 11:15:02 GMT
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Oh no. Now he'd done it. The Dwarf actually asked about Caerbannog's height. A terrible scowl formed on the little lady's face and she refused to answer the question. Caer merely stared at the brewing monk as she crossed her arms and vehemently shook her head. That was too much information about her! Then again she already told him her real name... but that was not the point! The point was that Caerbannog did not like being asked about her height. But the wolf-hair was not about to say something extremely rude to the Dwarf, no. She needed his expertise. She knew little about brewing, just enough to make her own cup of hot chocolate or coffee. The more complicated stuff such as spirits and all that had to be done by a brewer. So with a heavy heart, Caerbannog refrained from throwing things at Tobin, and she also refrained from throwing the Dwarf himself. The samurai did, however, took into consideration that the Dwarf had been mostly courteous to her. While unapologetic for her actions, Caerbannog was also aware that her outbursts inconvenienced some people. Or rather, a lot of people but she never did keep count. So in exchange for his patience, Kyuu began to tell a bit about herself while she watched him toil and brew. Her scowl gone and her arms uncrossed, Caerbannog warily told the monk about her life in the real world. "Lived in Germany..." she couldn't remember if she already told him that, "Went to school and met Ryuu-nii there. He got me a plushie!" The last part did not seem atypical but to Kyuu, it meant a lot back then. While she tried to obtain everything that she wanted by her own hands, there were also those things that she could not get no matter how much she tried. Even though it was 'just a plushie', it was still something that another person obtained for her without asking for anything in return. But enough about that icky stuff! The Dwarf was almost done with his crafting and Caerbannog could not wait to taste that chocolate vodka. He said that it needed a name. "Chocolate vodka," the wolf-hair simply said. Unimaginative, straight-forward. But if she had to use a more fanciful name... "Blood of the Damned!" Caer exclaimed, "Maybe I will turn to a vampire when I drink it, and then I will sparkle under sunlight!" A detestable form of vampire but a vampire nonetheless. But then came that most curious question. Sometimes she wondered if the Dwarf just feigned stupidity because he tended to display rather insightful aspects at certain times. "I'll jump out the window," she said without a moment's hesitation, "I don't want to leave my dad by himself." A dull life on Earth chosen over an adventuring, immortal one? Absurd! But that simply was how Caerbannog thought. She was not the kind to overthink on matters of family and friends. Speaking of which, maybe she should have been more thoughtful of poor Kumori who would be left behind in Elder Tale if she did go back to Earth on her own, but that was a worry for another day. "So? So? Is it any good?" she asked the Dwarf who just had his second glass of the freshly-brewed stuff. The wolf-hair tried it for herself and gulped down the glassful of chocolate vodka. There was a certain bitter taste to it probably due to the mixture of chocolate and vodka, but the sweetness of the milk offset any bad taste. As the drink went down her throat, the alcohol left a warm trail which she liked very much. The alcohol's effect was yet to hit her head but already the samurai had become excitable. "Goooood!" Caer exclaimed and then she slammed the glass on the table, "ANOTHER!" The brewing had ended and so had the fight. Maybe a good night's rest was ahead of Caerbannog seeing as she was about to drink herself to sleep again. "I'll make you suffer next time, I swear it!" she yelled at the Dwarf, "I'll put tentacles up your behind or something!" An empty threat seeing as a samurai would be unable to conjured up tentacles, right? RIGHT?! | ||||||
