January 14, 2004.01.14.04. - kung pow'd by chicken [yuliya][chinatown]
(yuli)
Maybe it was the loooooong night of pursuits and her own personal petty rebellion of sorts but the next day found her away, leaving a sleeping Katya and boytoy still sprawled over the bed that had been their scene of celebration. Stretching as she walked, headed for the chinese place she'd made her order with. A cigarette clung to her lips, and despite a quick wash, as she hadn't felt up to a full shower yet (...and perhaps hoped to shower with someone or someone's else...), she could almost detct the scent of them both still in her hair, clinging to her lips and more. Maybe thats why shew as smoking, to obscure. The lanky wild hair pulled back tight in a ponytail and wearing a furtrimmed leather jacket, more stylish then she typically sported but she hadn;t been back to her flat since the club ... at least she'd thought to bring morning clothes... the jeans and baby tee more normal on her lithe frame.She watched the streets as carefully as usual, but for once was less dangerously charged, a tension lacking for now, slowly stretching in her walk. There were new bruises to go with the ones from the warehouse... it was a good ache though.
(james)
there's something to be said regarding the attentive spoilage of one's kinfolk
it allows a Warrior to heal without further harm, and generally take a rare day of relaxation
however... enough is enough - even James gets cabin fever in that warehouse
showered and bandages changed, he's ventured out for fresh air and - more importantly - fresh foodthe step off the El and onto the platform is measured and careful
wouldn't do anyone any good to slip on ice and painfully reverse his body's heightened healing process
Gaia bless the lasting traction of secondhand Cochran's
far beneath the layers of thermals and other winter accoutrements
the tape on his thigh keeps the limp at a barely noticeable minimum
and the wrap supporting his flanks does wonders for a Garou's posture
tangle of dreads is held at bay by the snug fit of a rather stylish beanie
hands moooostly covered in gloves making use of the railing on the stairs leading streetsidehe pauses to pull pack of Camels and battered zippo out of his pocket before following the guidance of nose and empty (gasp!) belly to the nearest appealing restaurant
(yuli)
It was almost as if cold might not bother her, but then her winter's were usually so much in northern Canada or Russia. This was nothing, though she did dress somewhat to it. Thanks to whateevr province and a guardian angel after a sort, she'd come away from everything a few days prior with not much to show pyshically thankfully... much as she had many times. The few old scars were from rather deadly circumstances she wouldn't ahve been expected to survive, and had proved she did.But for now it was the call of food, a large inhale of hot cooked chinese beckoning as she pulled up into a pause outside the door. The glance around as she finsihed her cigarettes with a deep drag and crushed it out into a convenient trash can filled with sand outside the door. Who knew why... they had a smoking section. It was the glance that made her pause though. Dark eyes, less coldly hostile today, fell on a distant rcognizable figure. The mixed emotions but then.. she hardly thought he'd be one sent by Sputnik. That fool would come hunting her himself when he found he needed her for something. As was usually the case. Which was why she was hiding...
But that simmering anger is banked under a pleasant, long night and she gave a slight wave, almost signalling, greeting He was family of a kind and waited a moment. He'd been less of an ass then most... that went a long way in her ledger.
(james)
lungs fill with smoke that will never blacken them, adhering to the glorious trait of a nic fix
James doesn't see the first half of her wave for the plume of smoke coiling on exhale
deep umber eyes blink, allowing lashes to fan the misted curtain of foggy warmth away
and a moment later his chin lifts in the serve-all signal of his packshe was family, of a kind
and far be it from a proper Gnawer to dine alonethe distance shortens between them slightly slower than normal
cold inspiring one helluvan ache in the mending muscles of his thigh
he, unfortunately, had many outward remnants of the recent battles
though they are nothing compared to the things that shadily haunt his dreams
adding to the restlessness which keeps him from soaking up the Rite driven warmth of the Eagle warehouse"Yul'ya."
drawled on another exhale of smoke which curves flushed lips into a friendly, but forever lopsided, smile
(yuli)
Careful gaze took in small and large details that told the tale of what ailed him. It amde her wonder who else was hurt, who else might have died. She wasn't a bleeding heart but she did have some level of conscience, when it wasn't detrimental to though... not an instant's pause in concern that she might hit Lexi as she shot to kill the BSD that had closed on them both. Survival meant killing it, as fast as possible... but she wondered after the fact who might want to draw bad things from that incident.Hands digging in her pockets for now, warmer there when she wasn't smoking, and waited for his slow progress. She didn't give pity or comfort... thought high enough of him to not see the wounds but see the living cousin. Her starnge skewed form of respect.
"James... long time... good to see, da."
Same thick accented broken English rolling in throaty voice. Could growl and purr in given levels of emotion but for now more... relaxed. Shifting a bit, moving muscles pulled into new action after short, dreamless exhaustion and glanced at the restaurant door.
"Similar thought?"
(james)
when the wind shifts and blows the smoke out of his face
James doesn't need the analytical perusal to figure out what she did last night
there's a breif flicker of his brow upwards, beneath the rim of the snug beanie
especially when the wind's play through her hair affords a glance at the.... marks... on her neck
the amusement that widens his smile is quickly played off into the pleasent greeting
call it his own form of respect not to comment or tease the violence-prone kin
if she has no hesitation pushing back against the crazy Russian bear of a Theurge
a slightly gimped and recovering Ahroun would be no problems, either
and he's harboring enough bruises for the time being, thank you very much
no tongue lashings or otherwise desired at the moment"S'good a see you, too." it's genuine, his lopsided grim and soft, smokey words - he hadn't been able to ask Tristan what happened at the warehouse that night, so doesn't know the extent of the damages, only that Tristan, Imogen, and now Yuliya still draw breath as does he "Abss'luuuuu'ly."
she glances at the restaurant's door
he, then, flicks the all but ashed Camel away and reaches to hold it open
just because he's Gaia's chosen warrior doesn't mean he never learned his manners
offering her a showman's cavalier smile - since it's pretty obvious to the both of them he's not going to sweep into a dramatic bow lest break in half right here on the sidewalk"You keep me comp'ny... 'n I'll buy."
(yuli)
Well aware of her aftermath amrks and slights aches. Bless an endurance for such small things, she could function in fra worse condition so... was nothing more then a reason to be relaxed. The fact he merely grins and mentions nothing, does boost the opinion a notch. She's not entirely sure how any of her family will treat her after what was probably to their eyes a disrespctful show... she could really care less in that instance... she wasn't a rug to be walked on. Sputnik was learning that lesson the hard way."Deal. Is good place.. come here much."
Moving inside, the rush of warm scented air, laden in spice, meeting cold air in a sort of vaccum that made her glad for tight ponytail. She didn't expect a bow... hell didn't expect him to open the door for her. Manners not really a thing she deasl with much. Look at her former roommates?
"Wondered if might see you... good know it end well."
Injuries not withstanding, to be walking and breathing was a bonus. She'd had her own celebration in hot music, alcohol and bodies in a massive bed. Good stress relief that.
(james)
that may be the outstanding difference between James and a lot of the other local Garou
Yuliya wasn't a rug to be walked on - and he realized that right at the start
she never had to prove anything to him to garner his brand of respect
it seems as if he's treating her as an equal, instead of a mere "kin"
the outburst in the station over a week ago seeming to have no effect on his congeniality
while inappropriate at the time, he doesn't actually blame her
he remembers Tristan's reaction to the very same request only a few days prior - after asking him to stay home from the hunt which tracked down the very traitorous Garou that took a chunk out of the prettyboibesides.... given the running roster of kinfolk that hang around the Eagles, the Fostern probably wouldn't know what to do with a cousin that simply sat down and took orders without at least some form of protest... he's actually built up quite an intollerance for that sort of weak simpering
"Fairly well." the words are soft, somber now, instead of smokily hazed "Dun' lose lives.... but.... sac'fices w're may."
words chosen carefully once inside
quickly ushered towards one of the back booths for semblance of privacy
(is it for their benefit, or sheltering other patrons from his Rage?)
trench and beanie stripped away to form a pillow at the inside of his bench
obviously relaxing as the eaterie's warmth seeps into his lanky frame
dark eyes skimming the menu with another smooth change of subject"Nev'r been a this place 'fore.... wha's good?"
(yuli)
It might have been the first words they ever exchanged that prompted her to like him more then others. First Impressions... You need help?... Nyet ... wih no more pressure beyond and no overwhelming need to protect what didn't ask for it. She knew her limits. That was what mst didn't realize.... when she needed it, she'd ask. Unlike a certain bald headed fuck who gave her the walking victim white girl lecture... and promptly became audience to her brand of protection. Few in Skid bothered her now... a few of those thugs bled to death for fear of getting involved after the 'victim' laid them out.Gives that ghost of a not entirely comforting smile, which too often smirked of frowned then truly smiled as she headed back to the booth chosen, and fur trimmed club jacket was slid off to show a few more marks and a cropped baby tee and tight jeans. Not armed for once. Unusual.
"Is often such things... is nature of life."
Menu not even grabbed because she knew what she liked, but didn't know if injured cousin had the same sort of toelrance. Lips curved to a smirk and she nodded.
"Kung Pao Chucken... much spive... very warming."
(james)
"Nature a bein' a BeeGee."countered softly, even with something of a smile
born and bred Hood, James was exceedingly familiar with sacrifice
quite often deliberately going himself without so others could have
it's just that sometimes.... some sacrifices hurt more than othershe doesn't miss the addition of marks her shed jacket reveals
nor the strange absence of obvious weaponry from her form
that earns another raised brow moving curiously across his forhead
slightly more obvious now sans hat on its climb towards the frame of heavy dreads
though yet again - the Ahroun knows better than to comment
easily segueing the expression into one of interest
the other brow joining it's partner in a concert of curiosity
that might even be a vaguely playful challenge in answer to her smirk"Spice'? Y'r on."
mostly gloved hand raising to wave the waitress back over
(yuli)
They could have more in common then many would realize, and if either ever really shared. Until recently, with decadent Shadowlord winnowing her way in among things, Yuliya had built her life around her work, for family, tribe and more... in her skewed way, turning personality and skills to where it was useful. If she demanded something beyond the usual treatment, she din't think it wrong.The world was changing... and the trueborn were fewer. They'd have to change their ways someday.
But its far from her mind, settling in with relaxed mode and the playful challenge set with a nod, sending thick hair usually so wild to bobbing. She deliver's an order of the spicy favorite and fried rice and...amazingly.. tea and glances at James.
"Test constitution then? Mine is iron..."
Nods sagely and gives a low chuckle. Facets emerging she lets few see. Just another mark of respect she didn't see threat in him anymore.
(james)
after the order, the petit waitress glances at the Ahroun
he's mouthing the word water before she can escape
palms flattening together to support his begging plea which he pretends to hide
pretty damned sure he's in for a run for his money
street performer's easy wink thrown back to Yuli's deepening smirk at his antics
allowing the good mood to stay with him while it lasts
(for they all know how quickly things can change for the worst)"We'll fin' out if mi'e is." laughed, softly (nervously?) "D'nno if livin' wi' Liv'ngst'n's cookin' advent'res th' las' year prep me f'r this." head tilts, and a brow lifts again - mobile, they are "So what'm I owin' yeh if I lose? Oth'r'n the tab?"
(yuli)
Finds the situation potential inwardly hilarious and settles back in the seat more, still working some kinks out of the muscles as she streched a bit and then relaxed, giving the other plenty of room to manuever. Could distinctly remember the trials of injuries in the past. Wink garners a throaty chuckle, amused for the moment but then moment to moment was best. Mercurial at best most days. And she wasn't fool enough to think the attacks were done, just a eye in the storm."I'm a terrible cook, os it was learn to stomach it, or starve."
Despite the thick accent, her language smoothing out and she releases another level of the high built facade. Was she fluent? Glancing up as water and tea arrived and making to pour, offering him some silently, just a dark raised in question. She found the idea she might best this playful challenge interesting.
"Does it concern you?"
(james)
the frosty Russian kinfolk, reserved and recovering from whatever seditious fun she enjoyed last night
the Yankee Fostern Ahroun, easy going and gimped from the Caern battle nights ago
both settling down to a battle of taste buds and constitutions in ChinaTown
how is this not inwardly hysterical?
it's obvious that James finds a great deal of amusement in this
simply being able to enjoy a game, however breif it may be
packed up with a bunch of Get, a Gnawer has to take what he can for fun"Live' on th' streets up 'til groupin' up wi' Eagles, used t' eatin' wh'tev'r is I c'n fin'."
excuse offered on the tails of an affirming nod
doing his part to move his cup within pouring distance
the sound of falling fluid joined by another softly growled laugh
sadly, relaxed as he is around her, his accent and slur will never clarify
one born into him, the other result of a traitorous Fang"Nuh.... jus' wond'rin' th' stakes a our li'l game."
(yuli)
Tea poured and she took a careful sip, needing something hot and non alcoholic for a bit, especially if it was a battle of the spice tolerance. Its practically assured she'll resettle into the cold and more forbidding manner at some point in the not too dstant future but for now relaxing, recovering. Besides, he was amusing and at least interesting. No overwhelming amounts of any irritating traits."Stakes? Hmmm... hadn't considered it. I just liked the pride point of perhaps outdoing a cousin in food tolerances."
Its another throaty chuckle and smirking. She never really smiles, does she. She supposed some rival or enemy could always shoot out the restaurant, but she had felt it unlikely enough to not worry about heavier weapons then her own body for a bit. Less weight to carry... guns and more were heavy.
(james)
his tea is held beneath his face for a few moments
allowing the steam to wash up and defrost the lingering chill from his flesh
spices working their magic to cease the minor, weather-induced sniffles
a slow sip follows, thermal dynamics working their way down his throat
James will never get sick or come down with a case of strep throat
but body working overtime on healing sure makes a fellow dry
this time, when the soft laughter rumbles predatory out of his throat
it's enriched by the loosened vocal cords dropping tones pleasently"Braggin' righ's, huh?" a lopsided grin to counter her ever-present smirk "Think y'alrea'y have 'em where drink' concern'."
dark eyes wandering to strafe across the table mid-admission
it's a well-known fact amongst the pack that the Gnawer can't drink worth a shit
up until now it had been a secret in Chicago - oh well"But I c'n han'le tha'."
further conversation cut short by the arrival of their food
(yuli)
Its an oddity of her nature, to like tea, maybe a surprise to many who knew her from business, from the street and more, but drinking it lightly, letting heat waf over her face in the steam, inhaling scent and warming inside and out. That lift of a brow, amused smirk, not entrely hostile, but perhaps he knew that. He's seen her at her worst, and now, in one of her better points."Always a good thing, if minor. And drinking... its a Russian's sport, da."
His may be bad, but her's is practically genetic. Besides, with Sputnik for a cousin, in more then merely Tribe, it stood to reason. Giving the waitress a look and food deposited on the table dishes herself some of the fried rice and spicy Kung Pao chicken. Pulled a pair of chopsticks over, cracking them open with a chuckle and eyed him.
"Sure you can... shall we?"
Like some joke of manners, taking a happy bite.
(stam comparison: yuli 4, james 3... seems she wins this round)
(james)
"Woul'n' be th' firs' time a cous'n best'd me."shot back with another easy grin
it shines upon another facet of James' mentality
he's well aware women, children, and even kinfolk can excell past him in some arenas
big bad Warriors of Gaia are not the best in everything
egos last a lot longer when one can willingly accept that fact
and it seems to be something the Ahroun actually promotes
perhaps it is something from his Hood and Frankenweiler peppered childhood
the acknowledgement that each and every being has an element of value
or maybe something along the way cemented the opinionthat warm smile is turned on the waitress just before she scurries away
leaning forward to give the spiced aromas a few tentative sniffs
(what did you get yourself into, Jamey-boy?)
his own chopsticks removed from their sanitary package
then a stretch allowing the lengths of wood to click together in mockery's toast to her joke of manners
a deliberate pause to gulp down a few mouthfuls of water
then the Ahroun hopes that the Tribal trademark of inHALING food will be on his sideit's a serious question of whether or not tried and true Bone Gnawers actually chew their food
raised on the street with the others of the Albany Sept, James is used to scrapping for his food
eating it before someone else had the chance to kipe it away
this time, he hopes to eat fast enough so that the spices don't catch up with him
(Gaia forbid what will happen once that food hits his stomach)
amazingly enough, he does not come off as a glutton or slob
simply systematically wolfing his food down faster than really seems possibleat least... up until he's about three-quarters the way through his plate
seems the spices could catch up with him
and when they did, they packed a helluva punch
the plate's pushed aside and one near panting Ahroun is concentrating on the healing properties of that tea
resigned to cleaning up whatever of the rice she does not(yuli)
For her part? Enjoys the spice laden scent immensely, it having become a staple of her diet recently, when she was too tired or too busy to cook or find another food source in Chinatown. She wasn't complaining. Her youtha good deal different, where her family tried to shelter a growing girl from the Syndicate many were invovled with. She'd quite nearly insisted on being allowed to work for them too... and became one of the youngest to move as fars as she had, and a women to boot. Whole nother dimension then her dining partner, if moving in similar environments at times.Chopsticks dip into the red pepper covered dish adn took a hearty bite, chew swallow, and repeat. Not much of an overt reaction though if James watches she avoids eating the whole red peppers. They could literally burn the skin off someone if not careful. That may have been his problem. Pushing the rice dish his way when he paused and went into tea drinking for the burn, she smiled. Less smirk, not quite a normal person's friendliness but it was an effort.
"These peppers? The whole ones hold all the seeds cooked enough to release the spice... can burn quite literally... maybe I should have mentioned that."
Her smirked chuckle and took a drink of her tea, trying not to laugh at the bested Ahroun. Her next bite did include one of the whole peppers though, more to rpove she could do it, but she knew her limits it would seem... few more making it into her mouth as she finished up more chicken.
(james)
he has the grace to don a look of complete and utter shock to her little clue
going so far as to allow his jaw to drop and actually gape
aghast she would withhold such information
though he holds it about as long as he did his constitution against the killer peppers
expression melting into a wayward grin at her sly smile"Yeh.... good t' know." he's trying to summon a glare, but it's not working around the constantly gulped water and tea "'ll make a poin' a 'member tha' nex' time."
and never has rice tasted so. fucking. good.
it does an amazing number on soaking up the psychotic aftertaste of peppers from his tongue
she can see he doesn't mean to be rude and bogart the rice
but this plate? the Fostern finishes in record time
desperate to salvage at least one of his tastebuds from the brink of extinction
tempting the will to live back into them with another dose of tea(yuli)
Just chuckles as she eats, not bothered in the least he plows through rice with a vicious will to live. She'd made the same mistake once... just once was enough, though she tested it rather often. Pointing one choptick at him as she chewed and swallowed the last bite of hers and settled back comfortably."I did say I came here often. Live nearby. Its easier then some awful fastfood place. At least here I know whats in the meat... rat, cat dog, chicken..."
Gives another chuckle, and sets her chopsticks aside to drink soem tea and relax. A better meal then most, because it had been amusing, downright hilarious.
(james)
"Hey nah..... rat, cat, dog, chick'n.... tha' I c'n han'le. Ev'n oth'r less rec'niz'ble stuff. Those pepp'rs 'r downrigh' mean."but through it all, yes, James is still smiling
(and, possibly, tearing)
even if he feels the ability to breath flames coming on
he'll admit the meal was damn good
worth what he'll suffer not being able to taste for daysby now, he's turned (gingerly) sideways on his side of the booth
propping his feet on the benchseat and using winter warms as a backrest
pack of smokes withdrawn from one of the many pockets
a Camel held in idle consideration of lighting it with the five alarm fire in his mouth
rather than the conventional Zippo waiting on deck
that, however, would turn a few heads even with a ready explanation at hand
so he'll stick with convention
box and lighter set on the table between them in silent offer
the ashtray soon joining to remain within easy reachand you can be he's liberally washing down the nicoteine that's coating his tongue, still
(yuli)
"You'll live and be better for it... makes you feel better... Misha did it to me once too."Reference to her rather irritable cousin and it doesn't come limned in angry pissivity. She's just too comfortable to care right now. Settling back and reaching for the smokes and lghter, getting one good and smoking for herself too and nodding a silent thanks.
Somedays it was the little things that made it worth it. No remrse for having failed to mention the pepers, just amusement. Knew he was good naturedly whining, which was more then most would say, butthen she wouldn't have shared so much easily like this with many others.
"You're good entertainment James. Makes for good mealtime."
(james)
"Yeh.... make a man outta me'n put hair'n my ches' 'n all tha', righ'?"the quip punctuated by negligent wave his hand
smoke scissored between two fingers drawing lazy trail in the air
though her last comment gets a soft bark of laughter
deep umber eyes pulling away from crowd watching to level on hers"I'd hope so. Earn m' keep en'ertainin' people on th' street corn'rs."
(yuli)
"I don't think hair on your chest is a problem."Another chuckle and imagining that any Garou might worry about that just makes her laugh more. A few moments to compose, drink some more tea and take another long drag, dark eyes falling over to meet his gaze. She didn't seem offset by it much, whether the Rage just trickled past her or she had some tolerance built up to that too... she was just a ballsy sort.
"Like Tristan... I do some work on streetcorners but its not entertaining."
(james)
"Mi' be wh'n I rip this tape off..."muttered, mostly
Tristan bandaged him up but good
showing the medical tape absolutely no quarter
and excess be damned!otherwise, she's right
no Garou in their right mind would have to worry about it
much less relying on brutal peppers to make a man out of them
her even meet of his gaze met with nothing more than a smile
appears he's used to kinfolk that can look at him without turning away
seems, more importantly, that he prefers it
much easier to hold a conversation that way
with someone meeting your gaze instead of studying your toes"Yeh." nodded, then chin lifts to blow smoke rings at the ceiling "Drum.... c'mpare a his vi'lin. We all do wh' it take'."
there's a lot of interpretations that could come out of her work on streetcorners
but James doesn't expand on it, or pass judgement on what it could be(yuli)
She relied on the impressions people made of her, on the streets. Where most assumed her some thug or gang's bitch, helped at times by Sputnik, or a hooker, or dealer... few knew the full truth and she preferred it. Her customers came from higher levels of crime then the streets."Not one to do instruments... sounds interesting though. Have to se you both perform sometime."
The smirk resides, and she enjoys another bit of a nic fix briefly as she thought over things.
(james)
"Y'u'll 'ave a wai' t' hear me play." returned with a soft, and perhaps sad, smile "Los' my stick' at th' school."once more, the Fostern is choosing words fit for public ears
clear enough that in another time and place perhaps there's a story to be told
what legends may come of a green Fenrir Cliath hurling himself at the enemy
but now isn't the time to admit his rebar sticks currently reside in the skull cavity of one monster mofo of a bane
lost somewhere in a closed pit leading straight to Malfeas itselfhe's oft pondered, incompletely, whether or not he actually wants them back even if it were plausible to have salvaged them
by then, the cigarette has burnt itself down to the speckled orange filter
a smooth movement of muscular forarm twists to stub it in the tray
even flow continues to swipe the check from the edge of the table
enough cash plus tip dug from the depths of another nameless pocket"Said yeh live nearby, righ'?" brow raised in question "So dun' need a split a cab 'r th' El 'r nothin'?"
now, it's obvious her independant streak is a mile wide
practically half the Garou in the city witnessed it in the abandoned subway station
so the phrasing was chosen more as courtesy than concern
pretty sure she can take care of herself
but more than aware she arrived unarmed
his way of making the offer and still leaving room for decline with neither of them losing face(yuli)
"In time..."Each had their own tales and told them when they found reaosn or chance. She usually preferred a reason to delve the secrets of her past out. Finishing her own cigarette not long after him she snubbed it out in the tray and then drained off the rest of her tea. By then the waitress had left the bill and fortune cookies. Handing him one she worked her own open.
"No... its a few minutes walk. I'm good. You?"
Of course she'd offer right back as if any Garou might need a kinfolk to follow them back home, but he's easy going and she's kinda funny like that. She might refrain in common sense with a few others but was reasonably sure he wouldn't fly off the handle.
(james)
her offer doesn't get him to fly off the handle
in fact, it gets him to share another of those soft, rumbling laughs"Hm-mm." oddly, that came from behind the tipped up glass of water, fancy that... he's still going at it, glass set down in exchange for his fortune cookie and wry smile. "Y'r bragg'n' righ's dun' include witness' me bur'in' m'sel' inna snowdrif' a put out th' las' a tha' burn."
seems he appreciated the gesture
even if they both know it's probably unnecessary
(.... probably. you never know)
limbs untangling to extract himself from the temporary haven of the booth
tattered patchwork trench unpillowed and shrugged onto deceptively strong shoulders
dreads arranged into some symphony of organized tangles
smokes and Zippo reclaimed from the mess of empty dishes scattered between them
fortune cookie tucked safely into a pocket for the ride back to Eagle territory
beanie folded into the palm of one hand, the other reaches out to offer a shake"Thank', Yul'ya. 'joyed it."
funny that: the Fostern Ahroun who not only paid for the meal (dinner? breakfast? does it matter to Gnawers?) but got himself whupped by it, is thanking the kinfolk
maybe it was just for the simple pleasure of her company throughout a shared meal
Posted by james at January 14, 2004 12:00 AM
maybe it was just for the fun found in their spur of the moment game that put a bright spot in their grim reality
maybe it was just for the fact that James is a polite boy that remembers his manners
whatever it was for, he doesn't explain
just flashes another grin and turns to walk back into the chilly night
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