Word Count ::487 Points::3 OOC:: Would like to end this Fred?
Mido was really just enjoying the idea of royalty that she initiated, he was having fun with it when he said what he did to her. The female crafter replied that they hadn’t a choice of the way they had been born. To the Dasa it sounded like she was having a good time with it too, as though she were playing the game of royalty along with him. But what she said actually had some validity and made sense to him, he understood it pretty well. The Huskadore was born to a family that was weak in strength and numbers, which no other group of canines in America liked. The male and his family were always treated less than the dirt that all would walk on. His life now was nothing in comparison to how it was in the past, and he was thankful for that at least. The midnight colored woman snorted at his joking comment about royalty not being involved with the common status individuals. Addressing him as being young, he wondered how old she might be, she seemed barely older than he so he thought. Caprica told him he had been wrong, and they were all related by blood, making them equal as a prince or princess. Good, I’m glad you feel that way.Her comment made him smile; he was glad she felt that way, because he would hate not being allowed to associate with her, it would just tear him apart.
The D’Angelo began rambling about him trying to chase her off with compliments and trying to get her to leave by using her own blood against her. She told the half and half that she wouldn’t leave till they had their toast. He was very content and pleased to hear that she wouldn’t go, at least till they were done drinking. If he could have it his way, he wouldn’t make her leave in the first place, he wasn’t going to try and rush things, and push himself or his opinions on to her, but by no means did he want to see her go. He jokingly made dramatic gasp. I would never chase you away. In his head he thought about what he said and how he were actually serious, he would ever try to chase away, on purpose anyhow. He was calm and comfortable; he enjoyed drinking with her, and no longer cared about what happened earlier. She crashed ceramics with him before placing the mug to her mouth. The female crafter agreed to drink to his suggested topic of toast. Then let’s get drinking. He put the tankard to his mouth a little hard accidentally clinking it against his teeth. He tipped his head back letting the wine slip through his lips perform miracles on his taste buds. He happily swallowed the mouthful of the liquor that Caprica had made, with only half a bottle left to go.
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