Pfft, grammar. 300+  In situations that required socially admired behavior, Kansas knew it as truth that he felt more comfortable when slightly buzzed, if it was appropriate. He knew that having a clear mind the majority of the time was the right thing, as he could only read this way, and, related somewhat, he comprehended reality best when he was sober. But being in this little space with a stranger would not have been quite so enjoyable without the drink. Kansas could see his uneasy feeling upon entering the house growing into a monster, dragging him into a pit of anxiety, should Rurik say something that sent his mind reeling through the decision of what he was doing wrong. How he was perceived by the strange man, in general. He wasn't thinking quite so hard now with a few gulps of rum in his belly. The silver man was not overbearing in any way, on either side of the spectrum; he was not too friendly and talkative, and definitely not volatile as Kansas had feared. So perhaps he would not have needed the alcohol. Rurik spoke to him in a kind way, his pleasantly accented voice full of reassuring niceties that Kansas enjoyed. He needn't have worried so much. A bit more calm, Kansas glanced behind him at the steps and sat down, clasping his milky hands between his knees. "Good to meet you, too. I'm Kansas Sadira, of Crimson Dreams," he returned, grinning slightly at long last. He liked introducing himself more elaborately now that he was a loyal Dreamer. He wished he could add a notably high rank to his name and pack, as a way to impress Rurik, but he was below the leadership ranks. It saddened him to know that he'd never gain any more status within his pack, but he accepted it, also. He'd come to know himself as an introverted being, and the time he spent alone had its exchanges. "I don't recognize your accent... Wh-where are you from?" Rurik interested him. The chance to know more about someone so intriguing was precious to Kansas, as he enjoyed expanding his knowledge in any way he could. He wondered if his companion would pass the booze his way again, but in a fleeting moment had the realization that he didn't care too much, not anymore. Rurik was surprisingly easy to be around; Kansas's feelings about the alcohol upon his arrival were therefore challenged. |
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