08-24-2008, 06:17 PM
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 Oh. XD; Whoops. -Dies.- -Babbled.-
  It had been three long months ago that he and Gabriel had found the coyotes slaughtered and put on display for all of the world to see; it had started in May and tentatively ended in August. (Happy summer vacation, folks!) Halfway through, his niece had been kidnapped. Less than a month later, he'd taken Firefly himself for bargaining power. Unlike the medic, he'd been on the front lines the whole time, and that time had passed painfully slow. He was really glad that everything was over with, and that was why he'd reacted so angrily to the prospect of an epilogue being played out right here, right then on the dirty streets. He didn't want that; he honestly wanted for it just to be over. Consequentially, he was relieved when the dark-coated female stopped in her advance. He thought her slightly insane for it--and it shown in the incredulous look in his eyes that was coupled with a relatively blank expression--but at the moment he'd take madness over violence. If she'd been living under a rock the whole time anyway he supposed he couldn't blame her. Inferni hadn't called any official meetings yet and there was no reason to assume that the Dahlian's had either. Still, he had a feeling that the clan would have one soon; he saw now how important it was that everyone be up-to-date on events.Although her apology and confession aroused only a blank look from him and little more, he blinked and welcomed the distraction when she brought up the bottle he was holding. He held it up for her to inspect; a deep brown liquid was inside, and whenever he would jostle the bottle slightly bubbles would form and run up the sides. The faded red label was hardly legible, although he tried to sound it out. "Ko... ca. Cole-a." He shrugged, having never heard of soda before--perhaps she had? It was clearly some kind of beverage, though, and he twisted off the cap. The contents foamed and spewed over the surface, running down his hand and leaving a scowl on his face. That never happened when he opened bottles of liquor before; maybe whatever this was was spoiled? Placing it down as the top third of the bottle overflowed onto the street, he sniffed at his hand where it had come into contact with him and cautiously licked it away. "Hm, it's sweet," he observed, somewhat surprised, as though he had been expecting battery acid or something. |