12-22-2011, 11:21 AM
Light glanced about when the male said to bring something to sit on, as happy as he was with a floor maybe it was wiser to take the advice. He seen a chair not far from where we was but it was clearly not sturdy. He moved into the next room his steps still creaking with his weight. There was a large couch and he gave a slight grin. He loved couches it was one of his most favourite of discoveries since leaving his pack... most favourite after alcohol that is. He grabbed the aging cushion and carried it with him as he lowered into the strangely lit hole. The hum was the first thing he noticed other than the soft breaths of the male who sat in a rather comfy looking cushion. He looked over him as he often did with many males, sizing them up seemingly but he much enjoyed the male form. He was definitely handsome he thought to himself his face as hard as stone giving no thought way through.
Then as he stepped in further his eyes widened and his mouth opened just slightly. He had hit the mother load. Leon would be rather impressed but the male quickly realized he would need something larger to carry the bottles in. He realized he was being rude overtaken by his surprise of the well stocked cellar. He looked back to the cinnamon and white coated male and stepped forward. Good day. He held out his hand and took notice to the drawing just then, he allowed a smile run to his face. You draw? He tilted his head slightly to take notice to the impressive piece. Very nice, I draw as well. He put the cushion down next to the male and sat. The hunter searched his satchel and pulled a piece he had recently drawn of his spirit guide Makade who was still nowhere in sight. Most likely waiting outside amongst the trees.
Then as he stepped in further his eyes widened and his mouth opened just slightly. He had hit the mother load. Leon would be rather impressed but the male quickly realized he would need something larger to carry the bottles in. He realized he was being rude overtaken by his surprise of the well stocked cellar. He looked back to the cinnamon and white coated male and stepped forward. Good day. He held out his hand and took notice to the drawing just then, he allowed a smile run to his face. You draw? He tilted his head slightly to take notice to the impressive piece. Very nice, I draw as well. He put the cushion down next to the male and sat. The hunter searched his satchel and pulled a piece he had recently drawn of his spirit guide Makade who was still nowhere in sight. Most likely waiting outside amongst the trees.