[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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... 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?