09-14-2009, 11:50 PM
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The door opened loudly, and Ares glanced up in time to see the door clatter against the wall. His eyes drifted from the doorknob to the figure who had twisted it. Oh, Princess! Well, he wasn't too sure if he wanted her to show up while he was there, but as long as she had already done so now she could answer the mystery of these bottles. She acted offended, but one thing Ares had learned from his mother was that if you act entirely confident in an action, you could often get away with it. "Oh, hi Princess!" Bright, and chipper, and completely ignoring her question. He had every right to be in here, he was her brother! She could snoop around his room if she wanted. Of course, it was slightly different in that he didn't really have anything except that one book, and she had never been too much of the literary inclination. But, the point still stood!
"What's this?" Ares held up the bottle to clarify, although there really wasn't any chance for confusion, it was obviously the subject of his study. "It tastes funny, where'd you get it and what's it for?" He persisted, more curious for his own personal knowledge than worried or anything on her behalf. After all, at this point he didn't really equate the weird smelling stuff to the alcohol he had read about a little. And he hadn't drank anywhere near enough to experience its effects first hand. He raised it to his nose, sniffing it again, but he didn't really want to try it again, he still had a sort of weird bitter taste in his mouth. Geeze, the scent was so strong! His ears flicked forward and his gold gaze swung back from bottle to sister, none-too-patiently awaiting an answer.
The door opened loudly, and Ares glanced up in time to see the door clatter against the wall. His eyes drifted from the doorknob to the figure who had twisted it. Oh, Princess! Well, he wasn't too sure if he wanted her to show up while he was there, but as long as she had already done so now she could answer the mystery of these bottles. She acted offended, but one thing Ares had learned from his mother was that if you act entirely confident in an action, you could often get away with it. "Oh, hi Princess!" Bright, and chipper, and completely ignoring her question. He had every right to be in here, he was her brother! She could snoop around his room if she wanted. Of course, it was slightly different in that he didn't really have anything except that one book, and she had never been too much of the literary inclination. But, the point still stood!
"What's this?" Ares held up the bottle to clarify, although there really wasn't any chance for confusion, it was obviously the subject of his study. "It tastes funny, where'd you get it and what's it for?" He persisted, more curious for his own personal knowledge than worried or anything on her behalf. After all, at this point he didn't really equate the weird smelling stuff to the alcohol he had read about a little. And he hadn't drank anywhere near enough to experience its effects first hand. He raised it to his nose, sniffing it again, but he didn't really want to try it again, he still had a sort of weird bitter taste in his mouth. Geeze, the scent was so strong! His ears flicked forward and his gold gaze swung back from bottle to sister, none-too-patiently awaiting an answer.