Leave a horse to water

Mido · 01-27-2012, 01:08 AM

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He tried to apologize for the way he just let the words fall out of his mouth like he did by ridiculing himself. He didn’t even think really, having not made the transition from his thoughts into the words that escaped his lips he just threw his raw thought at her, he now remembered why he liked to make adjustments to what he said before hand, but he forgot to do this with the female crafter. She abruptly demanded that he stop what he had been saying. Caprica’s tone actually caught him off guard, he looked at her, she seemed kind of tense, almost as if she would get physical with him had he been within her reach. She said that she could tell he was not anything he said he was minus the being young part. Young the mix certainly had been, he was only two. Definitely nowhere near as mature as he probably should be, and far from wise in any way shape or form. The D’Angelo told him that it was alright and that she liked him liking her. Looking at her grin he wondered if she was actually okay with it.

She questioned him on what he said about chasing her off, like it was impossible. Apparently she wasn’t going anywhere. When she said that he didn’t exactly think about the here and now, it was more of them. As long as she would be in Anathema and he could be friends with her that was all that really mattered to him. Though it was winter, and even inside the cave was kind of chilly, it was like a warm breeze came over him, comforting him and putting his mind at ease. There was still half the bottle left, he nearly forgot about the alcohol, not like it was important or anything. The nightly colored woman stated they didn’t drink a toast, and asked if they should drink to Naniko as if she were a queen, and they were the subjects. Mido was about to take a drink from the ceramic mug, when he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard briefly that his abs hurt. Naniko was their almighty leader and she might as well have been a queen. But the idea of them being subjects just killed him, he would make such a terrible subject honestly. Wait a minute though Caprica. If Naniko was the queen that would automatically make you the princess wouldn’t it? She could pull off the princess role pretty well, she was beautiful like one. The thought of that kind of system just made him snicker a little. Shame on you! You know royalty shouldn’t be in the presence of a commoner don’t you? He was being funny with the thought she instilled in him. With the tankard still near his face he tilted it in her direction, only able to see her out of his brown blue split colored eye. He was finally comfortable nearly having completely forgotten about everything that happened before she killed him like a well experienced comedian. He didn’t entirely forget, he didn’t think the way he felt about her would change. But at least he could shove it into a dark corner in the back of his mind for the time being, and actually enjoy her company without making him and her feel awkward and uncomfortable. The Dasa still leaned against the table’s edge; he wiggled his feet, moving closer to her. Well then, here’s a toast to friends, family, the unshakable will of Anathema and good times to come. Mido held out his tankard toward Caprica, just close enough for her to reach his.

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