Don't be too hard on him. No one treats Anders nicely, [ he laments with a sigh, wiggling his bitten finger (as he realizes it's actually been bitten, his murderous little assailant pulled away).
Anders slides the glass in front of him over, taking a generous swig of the questionably fine liquid inside. Once you've had the ritewine, most drinks are palatable, at the very least. And even if this one isn't exactly a fine Antivan brandy, it's still far better than watery whiskey that smells of waterlogged, moldering cask and poor choices. ]
Hardly! They're perfectly well-behaved. [ For cats, anyway. The little pinprick claws he feels sinking into his neck are just a minor sacrifice to bask in their fuzzy charms. ]
I just thought they could use a little escape from their boring old pen. Why let everyone else have all the fun?
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Anders slides the glass in front of him over, taking a generous swig of the questionably fine liquid inside. Once you've had the ritewine, most drinks are palatable, at the very least. And even if this one isn't exactly a fine Antivan brandy, it's still far better than watery whiskey that smells of waterlogged, moldering cask and poor choices. ]
Hardly! They're perfectly well-behaved. [ For cats, anyway. The little pinprick claws he feels sinking into his neck are just a minor sacrifice to bask in their fuzzy charms. ]
I just thought they could use a little escape from their boring old pen. Why let everyone else have all the fun?