[ Complicated might be simplifying it, but there really is no need to think on it now. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after. There's been so many maybe's today that it's starting to catch up to him, but that's what the night is for, isn't it?
That cloud of thought might be why he gives a perfunctory reply about the locale. ]
It would be more impressive if it wasn't. [ Really he's not one someone who has to live with luxury in his daily life even if it's what he prefers (your upbringing prepares you for many things), but weeks on end with rations and disgusting alternatives...the sight of real food, those that are nominally of his homeland is met with a few wide eyed blinks. (Has he even eaten today besides? Hm.) ]
...it is. [ Light, soft, bright; the cloud cover doesn't hide this hue, only frames it warmly. He hurries past it reflexively, reaching for a piece of ebi when the toast catches up to him. The longest blink at the seafood on his chopsticks, which he then sets down and...laughs. It's unlike any kind Subete has heard before, not laced with shadows or madness, but with true pops of joy not unlike fireworks. One, two, he catches his breath and himself at least a little. ]
Freedom? This really is freedom and it's—[ He laughs a bit more, reaching for his cup now. ]
Yeah, to nightlife and freedom. [ Proper cheers this time, the sake goes down smoother than the first time. ] This isn't how I imagined it, but I think I like it.
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That cloud of thought might be why he gives a perfunctory reply about the locale. ]
It would be more impressive if it wasn't. [ Really he's not one someone who has to live with luxury in his daily life even if it's what he prefers (your upbringing prepares you for many things), but weeks on end with rations and disgusting alternatives...the sight of real food, those that are nominally of his homeland is met with a few wide eyed blinks. (Has he even eaten today besides? Hm.) ]
...it is. [ Light, soft, bright; the cloud cover doesn't hide this hue, only frames it warmly. He hurries past it reflexively, reaching for a piece of ebi when the toast catches up to him. The longest blink at the seafood on his chopsticks, which he then sets down and...laughs. It's unlike any kind Subete has heard before, not laced with shadows or madness, but with true pops of joy not unlike fireworks. One, two, he catches his breath and himself at least a little. ]
Freedom? This really is freedom and it's—[ He laughs a bit more, reaching for his cup now. ]
Yeah, to nightlife and freedom. [ Proper cheers this time, the sake goes down smoother than the first time. ] This isn't how I imagined it, but I think I like it.
[ Okay his turn now to pour. ]