[For someone who mainly seems intent on getting a bit less sober in a sociable manner, Luvander is taking in a fair lot more than he lets on, tallying it up for further consideration. The people taken here are clearly from some places much unlike his own home, and it would be good to have at least a tentative grasp on what that entails.
No doubt the young man is thinking the same, and doesn't mean any harm with his comment, which is why Luvander tries to quickly stifle the sour twitch in his expression by taking a swig of his drink.] Normal? [The light laugh that follows the word still has a bitter edge to it, though.]
Not really, no. No one at home would consider these creatures dragons. [His gesture takes in the young thing perched on Sync's shoulder, as well as the one sleeping around his neck. The latter twitches uneasily in its sleep, letting out a faint, high-pitched whine. Luvander tenses a bit, then lets out a tired sigh.] But I guess there's no accounting for taste.
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No doubt the young man is thinking the same, and doesn't mean any harm with his comment, which is why Luvander tries to quickly stifle the sour twitch in his expression by taking a swig of his drink.] Normal? [The light laugh that follows the word still has a bitter edge to it, though.]
Not really, no. No one at home would consider these creatures dragons. [His gesture takes in the young thing perched on Sync's shoulder, as well as the one sleeping around his neck. The latter twitches uneasily in its sleep, letting out a faint, high-pitched whine. Luvander tenses a bit, then lets out a tired sigh.] But I guess there's no accounting for taste.