[ Joke's on you, Avicebron— to a Ribika, red wine is a luxury. A strange one at that, considering that it's a new and interesting drink for a cat who grew up on catnip alcohol (what the fuck, Lamento).
The swirl of ruby in pale glass is something that Bardo looks genuinely enamored by. Like a kid in an aquarium, nose pressed up against the partition separating himself from the whale sharks. ]
—This is 'wine', right? Hahh, it's different from what I had back in my world. It's plenty extravagant, if you ask me.
[ A sniff, and he takes a sip. Pauses, as if he has to consider whether or not it agrees with him, before poking his tongue back into the glass. ]
Phew, do you get drunk on this alone? At home? [ wow this shade ]
[ Interesting. He certainly hadn't expected that reaction. It truly is catlike, and though he isn't necessarily an animal person, Avicebron finds himself watching with some degree of interest. That way of drinking is almost coquettish, and a poor fit for someone like Bardo. Avicebron smirks behind his mask as he sets the wine bottle down in case Bardo wants to take a look, and leans against his table. ]
I'd assumed it would be fairly universal.
[ This shade. You come into my house. And drink my wine. And you disrespect me like this!!! ]
Would you easily be able to get drunk off it? [ Are you a lightweight, Bardo? Are you? ] It's more of a habit. Back in my homelands, it was often easier to find wine than it was to find clean, safe water. I would need something stronger, were I in the mood to render myself senseless.
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Me? I'm not insisting anything.
[ What a roundabout thing to say, Bardo thinks. So he answers in a way that's just as indirect, equal measures cheerful and infuriating. ]
But I am curious to know what you drink when you're alone.
[ In layman's terms: okay. I want to have a drink with you. ]
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But at the same time, expected by this point. Avicebron gives a small huff, but waves a hand dismissively. ]
Seat yourself, then. I'll return shortly.
[ Really shortly, as it is. He plinks off into the kitchen, but returns barely a few moments later, one (1) wineglass and a bottle in hand. ]
You'll be disappointed if you expected anything extravagant.
[ He hands Bardo the cup, then pours him half a glass. Red wine, neither fancy nor exceptionally cheap. Perfectly boring. ]
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The swirl of ruby in pale glass is something that Bardo looks genuinely enamored by. Like a kid in an aquarium, nose pressed up against the partition separating himself from the whale sharks. ]
—This is 'wine', right? Hahh, it's different from what I had back in my world. It's plenty extravagant, if you ask me.
[ A sniff, and he takes a sip. Pauses, as if he has to consider whether or not it agrees with him, before poking his tongue back into the glass. ]
Phew, do you get drunk on this alone? At home? [ wow this shade ]
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[ Interesting. He certainly hadn't expected that reaction. It truly is catlike, and though he isn't necessarily an animal person, Avicebron finds himself watching with some degree of interest. That way of drinking is almost coquettish, and a poor fit for someone like Bardo. Avicebron smirks behind his mask as he sets the wine bottle down in case Bardo wants to take a look, and leans against his table. ]
I'd assumed it would be fairly universal.
[ This shade. You come into my house. And drink my wine. And you disrespect me like this!!! ]
Would you easily be able to get drunk off it? [ Are you a lightweight, Bardo? Are you? ] It's more of a habit. Back in my homelands, it was often easier to find wine than it was to find clean, safe water. I would need something stronger, were I in the mood to render myself senseless.