04-18-2009, 05:23 PM
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OOC: Oh yes extension! D:
Lubomir did not turn back. He could feel the coyote coming into the room and for a moment he could feel his back tensing before he shrugged it off. He was shifted and his mysterious little friend here would have to change himself if he wanted to hurt the grey male. Which meant he'd have time to run away if need be. But it seemed that all this guy wanted to know was what was in the bottles. Well, they agreed on this much, at least. Lubomir picked up the bottle and brushed the label. Hm.
It said rum. Lubomir knew what rum was. He'd seen it in the Old Country, in his travels. He'd once drunk some, leading to a somewhat stupid fight picking and a few cuts and bruises. That had not been pleasant. The memory was almost fading away and a slow smile crept on his lips. Did humans not drink to drown their sorrows? Wasn't this what he was trying to achieve? "This, my coyote friend, is rum. Alcohol. Humans drink it to forget. And I want to forget." A strange smile crept on his face. Opening the bottle, Lubomir didn't even take the time to confirm it was rum before gulping some down. Good, good, it burned as it should. "So, you want any?"
Lubomir did not turn back. He could feel the coyote coming into the room and for a moment he could feel his back tensing before he shrugged it off. He was shifted and his mysterious little friend here would have to change himself if he wanted to hurt the grey male. Which meant he'd have time to run away if need be. But it seemed that all this guy wanted to know was what was in the bottles. Well, they agreed on this much, at least. Lubomir picked up the bottle and brushed the label. Hm.
It said rum. Lubomir knew what rum was. He'd seen it in the Old Country, in his travels. He'd once drunk some, leading to a somewhat stupid fight picking and a few cuts and bruises. That had not been pleasant. The memory was almost fading away and a slow smile crept on his lips. Did humans not drink to drown their sorrows? Wasn't this what he was trying to achieve? "This, my coyote friend, is rum. Alcohol. Humans drink it to forget. And I want to forget." A strange smile crept on his face. Opening the bottle, Lubomir didn't even take the time to confirm it was rum before gulping some down. Good, good, it burned as it should. "So, you want any?"