Moved as of 07/21/18! I’m currently fixing up at the new nokusou (with minor changes). I’ll get to following peeps overtime and getting my muse back on her feet.
Moved as of 07/21/18! I’m currently fixing up at the new nokusou (with minor changes). I’ll get to following peeps overtime and getting my muse back on her feet.
Moved as of 07/21/18! I’m currently fixing up at the new nokusou (with minor changes). I’ll get to following peeps overtime and getting my muse back on her feet.
The longer her name lingers in the forefront of his processor, the more he becomes sure that he’s heard it before. Nox … perhaps not her full name? Drift tugs his lower lip between his teeth before resolving not to ask her, even as her initially unfamiliar frame begins to bring back …something like a memory. If only it wasn’t so muddied.
It’s her expressive lips that draw his attention back to her words, and he finds himself grinning in kind, finials perking up in a mimicry of her wings.
“Not sure flower burglary is actually a crime — so don’t worry, you’re safe. For now. I’m sure Blurr would simply toss these, anyway.” He resists the uncharacteristic urge to wink, and settles instead for sliding off the stool and around the other side of the bar. He’s helped a few times, on busy nights, and hopes Blurr won’t mind him serving a patron while out.
“Ah — would you like anything? I can make the basics. Nothing poetic — unless you want me to start throwing things together and see if it makes anything palatable. But, uh, no promises.”
。＿＿＿＿ Her response was a short bark of laughter at the adorable offer. To think she only came here for a bouquet of flowers but gained more than she expected. This was perhaps the most enjoyment she experienced out of companionship in a while, the last time going back when her motivations and spark were much darker. But now was not the time to think of a roguish companion.
With arms propped on the counter, servos cradling her helm, she considered the offer carefully. As seriously as she could anyway.
“Would it concern you if I requested for ‘Drift’s Surprise Beverage’?” She drew in closer and gave a smug tilt of her helm.
“Because, to be honest, I wouldn’t mind either ending. A new drink off the menu sounds exciting, and, well, a drink that could potentially give me a trip to the medbay or the Allspark to escape work? It actually sounds appealing.”
