02-21-2010, 01:59 AM
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He sensed someone approaching and turned to find that it was someone he had already met before. "Strelein," he greeted quietly, dipping his head. While he was somewhat surprised with the appearance of the Cour des Miracles wolf, it made more sense as he thought about it. Daisuke and Strelein would be more fast friends than Snake would be with the redheaded wolf—at least so he believed. The fact that Daisuke could bring himself to be friends with the cold Inferni Hydra was a miracle in itself; one that, to this day, Snake wasn't really sure how to respond to. So he mostly just went along with it.
The newcomer answered his question shortly after Daisuke did—oh, so it was his birthday. Snake remembered vaguely a snippet from a conversation with his friend about birthdays, on the day after Snake had forgotten his own. Such occasions were not very important to the coyote (he didn't put much stock in age usually), but he knew that it was a big deal for others. So he said, "Happy birthday, Daisuke," with a little more enthusiasm than his automatic tone usually had; his sandy-colored tail offered a few wags.
Snake was very true to his own nature, and his nature was generally to not really dwell upon the past. His adherence to what he had learned in New Haven might appear to be as such, but it was not—that was merely all that he had known, and he was very resistant to change. But he had managed to put Daisuke's own attack on him out of mind as his wounds had healed. Unfortunately, much like dogs that were abused and then fussed over, attention to that only made it come up once more. The coyote noticed that Daisuke couldn't meet his eyes, though he wasn't sure how to interpret that. He offered a nod when the wolf mentioned that the coyote knew Strelein, though he didn't reply to much else. He didn't have a gift either; he really didn't even know that gift-giving was a tradition on birthdays. But seeing as though Snake had been given three things in his life—his bandanna and his knife from his mother, and his necklace from Daisuke—he probably wouldn't have assumed it anyway.
They eventually moved into the bar; Snake allowed Daisuke and Strelein to go in first. He looked impassively at the building, not trusting it. Oh, he hated enclosed spaces like this. Wasn't the building that collapsed on that family about this size back in New Haven? But that's what he thought whenever he entered any building. He gave a sigh, a cloud of smoke forming before his face. He took the spent cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away—he wasn't as conscientious of it still burning. What was he going to do, burn the abandoned city down?
The green-eyed coyote then filed into the dark bar. Dust was filling the air, and the wheat-colored light coming from the windows and doorway made it look like a golden haze. "What do they have?" he asked, wondering what kinds of alcohol they'd be able to scrounge out of this place.
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He sensed someone approaching and turned to find that it was someone he had already met before. "Strelein," he greeted quietly, dipping his head. While he was somewhat surprised with the appearance of the Cour des Miracles wolf, it made more sense as he thought about it. Daisuke and Strelein would be more fast friends than Snake would be with the redheaded wolf—at least so he believed. The fact that Daisuke could bring himself to be friends with the cold Inferni Hydra was a miracle in itself; one that, to this day, Snake wasn't really sure how to respond to. So he mostly just went along with it.
The newcomer answered his question shortly after Daisuke did—oh, so it was his birthday. Snake remembered vaguely a snippet from a conversation with his friend about birthdays, on the day after Snake had forgotten his own. Such occasions were not very important to the coyote (he didn't put much stock in age usually), but he knew that it was a big deal for others. So he said, "Happy birthday, Daisuke," with a little more enthusiasm than his automatic tone usually had; his sandy-colored tail offered a few wags.
Snake was very true to his own nature, and his nature was generally to not really dwell upon the past. His adherence to what he had learned in New Haven might appear to be as such, but it was not—that was merely all that he had known, and he was very resistant to change. But he had managed to put Daisuke's own attack on him out of mind as his wounds had healed. Unfortunately, much like dogs that were abused and then fussed over, attention to that only made it come up once more. The coyote noticed that Daisuke couldn't meet his eyes, though he wasn't sure how to interpret that. He offered a nod when the wolf mentioned that the coyote knew Strelein, though he didn't reply to much else. He didn't have a gift either; he really didn't even know that gift-giving was a tradition on birthdays. But seeing as though Snake had been given three things in his life—his bandanna and his knife from his mother, and his necklace from Daisuke—he probably wouldn't have assumed it anyway.
They eventually moved into the bar; Snake allowed Daisuke and Strelein to go in first. He looked impassively at the building, not trusting it. Oh, he hated enclosed spaces like this. Wasn't the building that collapsed on that family about this size back in New Haven? But that's what he thought whenever he entered any building. He gave a sigh, a cloud of smoke forming before his face. He took the spent cigarette from his mouth and flicked it away—he wasn't as conscientious of it still burning. What was he going to do, burn the abandoned city down?
The green-eyed coyote then filed into the dark bar. Dust was filling the air, and the wheat-colored light coming from the windows and doorway made it look like a golden haze. "What do they have?" he asked, wondering what kinds of alcohol they'd be able to scrounge out of this place.