[Ze snorts, that insult still hanging in the air between them- like a barely weaned brat.
It’s more than obvious Vassa has no inclination of disclosing the events of the last 24 hours, which only makes Ze more curious as to what actually transpired. Obviously the other took the brunt of whatever it was- calling it a duty (though Ze can trust that as much as he can trust anything out of the other’s mouth.) would imply it had something to do with someone in need of his strength. Voidsent? They’ve the claws and blades long enough to do that sort of damage. But for the smaller marks, scratches and bites- a beast?
He shakes his head, knowing the folly of trying to guess when he knows not where the battle even took place. Besides, whatever he thinks of Vassa’s state, it’s clear that he at least won, and that will have to suffice. (For now, in any case.)
Moving as directed, he shifts his attention to the cupboards to the left and comes away with two cups, noting the fine layer of dust that covers everything he touches. Wiping those too on his coat, he inspects them before the light to ensure they’re at least passable before he picks up the bottles and makes his way over back towards the bed, snagging a chair with a finger and dragging it unceremoniously across the floor to take a seat.
With a thunk, one of the bottles ends up on the floor while the other’s cork is dragged from its mouth by a pair of fanged teeth. The cork itself, predictably, joins everything else on the floor.]
Only when I have to care enough to bother. [He replies smoothly, well aware of the implication of those words as he fills both glasses and sets the other bottle down before holding out Vassa’s towards him. It is, perhaps, not the wisest thing to do to someone who very nearly bled out on the floor of their own home, but it will take the edge off and, from his own experience, Ze is sure that’s more than worthwhile right now.] To your health, brat. [The toast is a mocking one before he knocks it back, working the taste of the wine over in his mouth before grimacing. It’s not the worst he’s ever had, but it’s certainly not…
He sighs, refilling his cup regardless and knocking that back like a shot as well. Now he knows why the man was willing to give him so many.] When did you move in?
[Reasonably, he should owe Ze something of a proper explanation. He had, after all, shirked an invitation in his grand quest to make something of a hero of himself -- to say nothing of the inconvenience of now having to play the perfectly imperfect patient to a man who would be well within his rights to leave him to mope on his lonesome. The awareness does little to coax the words to his lips, least of all when there's something far more palatable to busy his mouth with.
... Well. Barely. He shares Ze's grimace as he takes a testing sip from his glass, the cheap, bitter taste clashing immediately with the tartness of apple on his tongue.]
... Remind me to stick to the food next time.
[Petulant, as always, but in this, at least, they agree. Scrunching up his nose, he decides against following suit and throwing it back before he can register the taste a second time, nursing the glass atop a thigh instead. He's childish like this, too.]
I came here a sennight and a half ago. [Longer than he'd like. He should have moved along by now. He should have a lead to move on for. Now he'll be set back even longer, his face an ever growing familiarity to the locals. Troublesome. None of Ze's concern, at any rate. A grievance he bites into the remaining half of the fruit, before reaching out to set its gnawed-on remains atop the bedside table.]
Before you say anything, not all of this was my doing.
[The mess had been reflected in the cost of the lodgings, and Li'to is far from the sort to complain about a cheaper roof over his head so long as it does the job. Something about a long history of housing rowdy travellers and up-and-coming adventurers alike; he wouldn't count himself amongst either of their ranks, but some of what had been left behind had, if nothing else, found a second life in his own arsenal.]
[He snorts, accepting the ungracious remark with ease- knowing its true mark is the less than palatable wine. Still, for a poacher raised in the Shroud, it's no small understatement to say he's had worse and willingly. The wine passes for its purpose- easing the tension of the day.]
Huh, practically settled. [The tease is light and meaningless. He knows what it means for the likes of them to stay in one place too long. However where Vassa seems to get defensive and skittish over the matter, his own wanderlust is born merely from lacking a place to feel at ease. No inn or lodging has felt as a proper home in a long time, the normalcy of unfamiliar beds and unusual scents when his head hits the pillow (if there even is one) a familiar sensation at this point.
He wonders, in that aimless way, if Vassa envisions his future much in the same way Ze does- to wander, homeless, until the life takes them in a miserable, rain-soaked ditch somewhere in the wilds.]
You needn't be so prickly, I know the kind of lodgers this area keeps. [And he pours himself another glass, a little pink in the nose already, as he tips that back as well.] You were planning to move on soon?
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It’s more than obvious Vassa has no inclination of disclosing the events of the last 24 hours, which only makes Ze more curious as to what actually transpired. Obviously the other took the brunt of whatever it was- calling it a duty (though Ze can trust that as much as he can trust anything out of the other’s mouth.) would imply it had something to do with someone in need of his strength. Voidsent? They’ve the claws and blades long enough to do that sort of damage. But for the smaller marks, scratches and bites- a beast?
He shakes his head, knowing the folly of trying to guess when he knows not where the battle even took place. Besides, whatever he thinks of Vassa’s state, it’s clear that he at least won, and that will have to suffice. (For now, in any case.)
Moving as directed, he shifts his attention to the cupboards to the left and comes away with two cups, noting the fine layer of dust that covers everything he touches. Wiping those too on his coat, he inspects them before the light to ensure they’re at least passable before he picks up the bottles and makes his way over back towards the bed, snagging a chair with a finger and dragging it unceremoniously across the floor to take a seat.
With a thunk, one of the bottles ends up on the floor while the other’s cork is dragged from its mouth by a pair of fanged teeth. The cork itself, predictably, joins everything else on the floor.]
Only when I have to care enough to bother. [He replies smoothly, well aware of the implication of those words as he fills both glasses and sets the other bottle down before holding out Vassa’s towards him. It is, perhaps, not the wisest thing to do to someone who very nearly bled out on the floor of their own home, but it will take the edge off and, from his own experience, Ze is sure that’s more than worthwhile right now.] To your health, brat. [The toast is a mocking one before he knocks it back, working the taste of the wine over in his mouth before grimacing. It’s not the worst he’s ever had, but it’s certainly not…
He sighs, refilling his cup regardless and knocking that back like a shot as well. Now he knows why the man was willing to give him so many.] When did you move in?
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... Well. Barely. He shares Ze's grimace as he takes a testing sip from his glass, the cheap, bitter taste clashing immediately with the tartness of apple on his tongue.]
... Remind me to stick to the food next time.
[Petulant, as always, but in this, at least, they agree. Scrunching up his nose, he decides against following suit and throwing it back before he can register the taste a second time, nursing the glass atop a thigh instead. He's childish like this, too.]
I came here a sennight and a half ago. [Longer than he'd like. He should have moved along by now. He should have a lead to move on for. Now he'll be set back even longer, his face an ever growing familiarity to the locals. Troublesome. None of Ze's concern, at any rate. A grievance he bites into the remaining half of the fruit, before reaching out to set its gnawed-on remains atop the bedside table.]
Before you say anything, not all of this was my doing.
[The mess had been reflected in the cost of the lodgings, and Li'to is far from the sort to complain about a cheaper roof over his head so long as it does the job. Something about a long history of housing rowdy travellers and up-and-coming adventurers alike; he wouldn't count himself amongst either of their ranks, but some of what had been left behind had, if nothing else, found a second life in his own arsenal.]
NOT IF I DO IT FIRST
Huh, practically settled. [The tease is light and meaningless. He knows what it means for the likes of them to stay in one place too long. However where Vassa seems to get defensive and skittish over the matter, his own wanderlust is born merely from lacking a place to feel at ease. No inn or lodging has felt as a proper home in a long time, the normalcy of unfamiliar beds and unusual scents when his head hits the pillow (if there even is one) a familiar sensation at this point.
He wonders, in that aimless way, if Vassa envisions his future much in the same way Ze does- to wander, homeless, until the life takes them in a miserable, rain-soaked ditch somewhere in the wilds.]
You needn't be so prickly, I know the kind of lodgers this area keeps. [And he pours himself another glass, a little pink in the nose already, as he tips that back as well.] You were planning to move on soon?