Insistent was a descriptive understatement, but she nodded slowly in agreement. It was a good thing Elle couldn't communicate because the woman's presence was intimidating and she would have spilled her guts. Her acrobatic skills reflected this Elezen's as well...
Just what exactly were they to one another? The bracelets obviously meant something more than he was willing to divulge, yet the female did not know his name? A bizarre buried story she wanted to unearth because now the suspense was itching. She breathed out slowly, exasperated with her own limitations, wanting to question him with out having to play charades.
He clinked her glass and she grimaced at the stein before taking a sip, sputtering and choking on the sour liquid and thumping a fist to her chest. Wrong tube. Her eyes watered and she gently ran a sleeve under them to dry the tears, the scar tissue making it worse. Drinking was proving dangerous at the moment so she set it down and tried to breathe properly.
Taking in the small baggy of gil, she shook her head and pushed it back. The woman knew of him and his generosity and openly accepted it, and while she would not have minded the tiny job for extra currency, she felt it was necessary for him to confront the one he obviously cared for and was hiding from. It was not a situation to become the middle man.
She stood quickly and bumped the table enough to jar her beverage. Liquid sloshed and she reached to grab it... and knocked it over completely. Sticky fluid ran across the table and right into the lap of the white haired male. For a moment she just stared in bewilderment. Listening to the sound of it hit the floor, and the switch flipped. She panicked. Hands flailed, quick inhales and exhales, turning in a circle to find some kind of cloth.Â
But no success and she quickly unwrapped the scarf from her neck and started patting his thighs dry, shaking her head as an apology over and over. Coming awfully close to a certain part that would make a sea-dog blush on the spot. She was so frenzied she hardly noticed, even forgetting about the nasty scars on her neck that was hidden beneath the veil. They criss-crossed and were excruciating obvious. And she was tired of the wide eyed stared and whispered commentary from strangers, hence the draping.
Just what exactly were they to one another? The bracelets obviously meant something more than he was willing to divulge, yet the female did not know his name? A bizarre buried story she wanted to unearth because now the suspense was itching. She breathed out slowly, exasperated with her own limitations, wanting to question him with out having to play charades.
He clinked her glass and she grimaced at the stein before taking a sip, sputtering and choking on the sour liquid and thumping a fist to her chest. Wrong tube. Her eyes watered and she gently ran a sleeve under them to dry the tears, the scar tissue making it worse. Drinking was proving dangerous at the moment so she set it down and tried to breathe properly.
Taking in the small baggy of gil, she shook her head and pushed it back. The woman knew of him and his generosity and openly accepted it, and while she would not have minded the tiny job for extra currency, she felt it was necessary for him to confront the one he obviously cared for and was hiding from. It was not a situation to become the middle man.
She stood quickly and bumped the table enough to jar her beverage. Liquid sloshed and she reached to grab it... and knocked it over completely. Sticky fluid ran across the table and right into the lap of the white haired male. For a moment she just stared in bewilderment. Listening to the sound of it hit the floor, and the switch flipped. She panicked. Hands flailed, quick inhales and exhales, turning in a circle to find some kind of cloth.Â
But no success and she quickly unwrapped the scarf from her neck and started patting his thighs dry, shaking her head as an apology over and over. Coming awfully close to a certain part that would make a sea-dog blush on the spot. She was so frenzied she hardly noticed, even forgetting about the nasty scars on her neck that was hidden beneath the veil. They criss-crossed and were excruciating obvious. And she was tired of the wide eyed stared and whispered commentary from strangers, hence the draping.
