M - drops of jupiter.

Barrett · 11-19-2011, 06:22 AM

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Ahahaha >__>

Still looking somewhat perplexed, he repeated her name. Ulilohiii. Ulilooohi. It rolled strangely off of his tongue, which was unaccustomed to such rapid-fire transitions between vowel and consonant sounds. He couldn't quite pin down where to put the most emphasis. He desperately wished she had a nickname, but there wasn't much time to dwell on the subject. His brow furrowed in thoughtful consternation as he realised she was looking at him funny. It didn't occur to him she might mistake his wandering hand for something inappropriate or vulgar; he supposed it was for his awkward grappling with her title instead. He shrugged in a What can you do? sort of way and took a long drag on his cigarette as she repeated his rhetorical question. Maybe verbal communication wasn't his strong suite right now.

Otherwise, he was more perceptive (and expressive) than usual. Her raised brow was countered with a quirk of his own as he subconsciously mirrored her expression. When she smirked, he grinned back. He didn't know what the joke was, but it didn't matter. This whole situation was decidedly odd. It went beyond culture clash, given his current state of mind — it was more like a surreal mash-up of two very different worlds. At least what she said next put some of it into focus. Oooooh, he drawled in realisation, as if that single sentence explained everything. To be fair, it did explain a lot: the tension, her austere attitude, the spear.

He was about to say something else when she inquired about the joint. He blinked down at it, as if surprised by its continued existence. Pinching it delicately between two black claws, he held it up for her to take, either for inspection or sampling. Cannabis — one of Mother Earth's greatest gifts to us all, he mused somewhat whimsically. Slinging the backpack off his shoulder, he opened one of the front pouches and produced a few dried mushroom caps. And these are one of the others, yea? he laughed, wagging his tail. You want any? Home grown and freshly cured! he added, alluding vaguely to his primary 'profession.' He was in an accommodating mood, and she seemed like she could use a little rest and relaxation. Although she baffled him, he was rather enjoying her company.

Barrett

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