Fufu, you put it so gently. Western Country is the pinnacle of greed and desire, after all.
[ he has... complicated feelings about his homeland, but. moving on! ]
But that is good to know. We wizards only have ourselves to look out for, and thus it is rare for other people [ read: humans ] to look at us in a more sympathetic light. Us Westerners in particular are lovers, night fighters.
[ he smiles again. ] Now, I won't keep you long -- I still have to close up shop in a matter of minutes, after all. But regardless, what will you be having?
[the pinnacle of greed and desire, huh...it makes her wonder about the man before her. somehow it makes sense that he'd wind up tending a bar, full of his own mystery. what can she say except that it's not the drinks that keep her returning, but a friendship that keeps her guessing??]
...Something you want to make. Something you don't get the chance to try, but now's as good as any.
[sometimes she asks for specific drinks, or decent glasses of wine. and sometimes, like now, she trusts him and his expertise. trying to step a little further out of overthinking it, and instead just enjoying it for what it is.]
[ he hums in thought. ah, yes, there is one drink he'd always wanted to try, but-- ]
It's Japanese sake. [ he breathes out a sheepish chuckle. ] It has been quite a while since I had it, after I made myself busy with my establishment. But perhaps one day we can visit a sake bar together.
And thus for now, let me regale you with a personal favorite of mine.
[ he's too exhausted to use his magic right now, so he's going to make this simple drink by hand -- but it's no less mesmerizing to watch thanks to his fancy handiwork as he prepares a glass of sangria for a friend. ]
[there's something to be said that the connoisseur is kept from his own enjoyment by the pleasure seeking of so many others. there's something poetic about it, but then one recalls the current state of things, and all poetry is gone.
the wine offset by the fruit, a taste to be sipped and appreciated, vibrant but not overwhelming. it's something she quite enjoys, by the look on her face and how she smiles.]
It makes me think of summer nights...the refreshing ones after a long and hot day.
[like this is what you would have, gazing at the stars, relaxing without a care in the world. and then, glancing between the drink and him:]
In the right light, it matches your eyes.
[she's still mildly under the influence of what she made for herself, but its nowhere near as taxing as the first two versions had been. this one hardly gave strong effects - just seemed to relax the mind to a degree. not a bad creation, all considered.]
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[ he has... complicated feelings about his homeland, but. moving on! ]
But that is good to know. We wizards only have ourselves to look out for, and thus it is rare for other people [ read: humans ] to look at us in a more sympathetic light. Us Westerners in particular are lovers, night fighters.
[ he smiles again. ] Now, I won't keep you long -- I still have to close up shop in a matter of minutes, after all. But regardless, what will you be having?
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...Something you want to make. Something you don't get the chance to try, but now's as good as any.
[sometimes she asks for specific drinks, or decent glasses of wine. and sometimes, like now, she trusts him and his expertise. trying to step a little further out of overthinking it, and instead just enjoying it for what it is.]
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It's Japanese sake. [ he breathes out a sheepish chuckle. ] It has been quite a while since I had it, after I made myself busy with my establishment. But perhaps one day we can visit a sake bar together.
And thus for now, let me regale you with a personal favorite of mine.
[ he's too exhausted to use his magic right now, so he's going to make this simple drink by hand -- but it's no less mesmerizing to watch thanks to his fancy handiwork as he prepares a glass of sangria for a friend. ]
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the wine offset by the fruit, a taste to be sipped and appreciated, vibrant but not overwhelming. it's something she quite enjoys, by the look on her face and how she smiles.]
It makes me think of summer nights...the refreshing ones after a long and hot day.
[like this is what you would have, gazing at the stars, relaxing without a care in the world. and then, glancing between the drink and him:]
In the right light, it matches your eyes.
[she's still mildly under the influence of what she made for herself, but its nowhere near as taxing as the first two versions had been. this one hardly gave strong effects - just seemed to relax the mind to a degree. not a bad creation, all considered.]