Direen looks at Ryuji carefully. Her eyes speak of her shame the body and face however remains motionless for a moment.
"Sure" she suddenly speaks following him to the bar. She takes a brief look at the passengers and the decorations but hardly pays any attention to those, just stares blindly at the floor as she walks toward the bar.
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DM in Tyranny of Dragons
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
At the bar area, Ryuji looks at the velvet bar stools, evidently taken a bit aback by how tall they were. Shaking off the confusion, he swings onto the cushion and sits on it, cross-legged, feigning an air of relaxedness. Although, he did not feel at ease in the slightest. Pretending to be preoccupied in scouring the shelves of exotic beverages for one he liked, Ryuji flicks his finger at the nearby stool, motioning to Direen to take a seat without looking at her. Sliding his finger over the intricate sigil on the obsidian flavored table, he scours the glassy rows as if he were skimming a page, searching for a familiar drink as the silence grows longer. Sake? Shochu? Anything?
(OOC: Is there a menu? Could you also describe the environment more about the people and mood of the overall area?)
Direen approaches slowly. She definitely doesn't like the finger flick Ryuji did but she doesn't mind. She sits looking through the window at the train station.
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DM in Tyranny of Dragons
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
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Direen looks at Ryuji carefully. Her eyes speak of her shame the body and face however remains motionless for a moment.
"Sure" she suddenly speaks following him to the bar. She takes a brief look at the passengers and the decorations but hardly pays any attention to those, just stares blindly at the floor as she walks toward the bar.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."
At the bar area, Ryuji looks at the velvet bar stools, evidently taken a bit aback by how tall they were. Shaking off the confusion, he swings onto the cushion and sits on it, cross-legged, feigning an air of relaxedness. Although, he did not feel at ease in the slightest. Pretending to be preoccupied in scouring the shelves of exotic beverages for one he liked, Ryuji flicks his finger at the nearby stool, motioning to Direen to take a seat without looking at her. Sliding his finger over the intricate sigil on the obsidian flavored table, he scours the glassy rows as if he were skimming a page, searching for a familiar drink as the silence grows longer. Sake? Shochu? Anything?
(OOC: Is there a menu? Could you also describe the environment more about the people and mood of the overall area?)
“Just pretend I'm not here, and you'll be much happier.”
Direen approaches slowly. She definitely doesn't like the finger flick Ryuji did but she doesn't mind. She sits looking through the window at the train station.
"I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me..."