05-18-2010, 02:39 AM
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More fun? He supposed so. He usually just drank because it was a little more exciting than water, but he never really drank far past a buzz. It took a lot to get him to that point anyway—Snake had been drinking liquor as often as water since he was a kid, so his tolerance was pretty high for someone his age. Getting drunk was something that was generally against his principles, much like mind-altering drugs. Snake felt as though he should be ready to fight at all times, meaning that he should be in a proper state. Being drunk or high would definitely compromise that, therefore lowering his worth. Or at least that was what he thought.
She drew closer at his introduction, settling down on the banks of the river next to him before giving him her own name. "Nice to meet you, Eris," he said automatically, without thinking—pleasantries like that were programmed into him, it would seem. It definitely didn't seem out of the ordinary to him, though, her not giving a surname. Snake personally didn't have one—well, one that he chose to hold. He could have his pick of three, but he had decided against it. Who needed a secondary name, anyway? It wasn't like any of his family were around to speak about. He pondered this as he redirected his gaze to his hands. After a moment he looked back to Eris, offering her the bottle. It wasn't alcohol, but it was something to drink on a warm spring day.
He replied to her question shortly after she asked it, not requiring much of a consideration, "For... seven months now, I think." He paused, somewhat in awe of how long it had been. It didn't seem like that long. What a transformation he had undergone, morphing from an underfed teenager to the scarred warrior that sat here now. "And you are new here." It wasn't a question; he could tell by her scent. "Have any particular reason for coming to Inferni?"
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More fun? He supposed so. He usually just drank because it was a little more exciting than water, but he never really drank far past a buzz. It took a lot to get him to that point anyway—Snake had been drinking liquor as often as water since he was a kid, so his tolerance was pretty high for someone his age. Getting drunk was something that was generally against his principles, much like mind-altering drugs. Snake felt as though he should be ready to fight at all times, meaning that he should be in a proper state. Being drunk or high would definitely compromise that, therefore lowering his worth. Or at least that was what he thought.
She drew closer at his introduction, settling down on the banks of the river next to him before giving him her own name. "Nice to meet you, Eris," he said automatically, without thinking—pleasantries like that were programmed into him, it would seem. It definitely didn't seem out of the ordinary to him, though, her not giving a surname. Snake personally didn't have one—well, one that he chose to hold. He could have his pick of three, but he had decided against it. Who needed a secondary name, anyway? It wasn't like any of his family were around to speak about. He pondered this as he redirected his gaze to his hands. After a moment he looked back to Eris, offering her the bottle. It wasn't alcohol, but it was something to drink on a warm spring day.
He replied to her question shortly after she asked it, not requiring much of a consideration, "For... seven months now, I think." He paused, somewhat in awe of how long it had been. It didn't seem like that long. What a transformation he had undergone, morphing from an underfed teenager to the scarred warrior that sat here now. "And you are new here." It wasn't a question; he could tell by her scent. "Have any particular reason for coming to Inferni?"