by Rabbit on April 6th, 2013, 1:24 pm
Rabbit winced at the first remark, realizing he had badly worded the statement. He really hadn't traveled much... oh sure, around the city, a bunch outside the city, and the decently long distance from his birthplace to Nyka. He'd never really had the chance, means, or need to go anywhere else. Now though, all three of those had appeared with Aren... he needed to make a good impression, but... then the Akalak's next words made him almost curl up. He had gotten himself stuck in a rut.. how could he let this happen?! He scolded himself harsly while the Pycon attempted to come up with a response. He didn't drink. Not just alcohol, anything. It was impossible... at least, he'd never tried. But Rabbit hated to think what fermented wheat would do to clay... He'd always disliked liquids in general, and had managed to avoid them at all costs. The Pycon looked up at his new friend and his mouth curled up slightly.
"I... I can't drink. Literally, I don't drink anything. Never tried, but..." Pushing aside his fears with great effort, he took the large tankard between his little paws and stared down into the liquid below. It smelled foul, and he really couldn't understand what people liked about it. But just this once... Rabbit leaned over and dunked his nose into the liquor, then quickly removed it. His nose was dripping wet and felt extremally awkward and strange. He shook his head to attempt to dry it, without success. The Pycon frowned irritated, but it quickly left his small features. He looked at the man in front of him to see if that had satisfied his request. The clay lay beside him, forgotten, and was rolling to the edge of the table until it stopped on a flat side. Rabbit looked around, spotted it, and resumed his nervous nibbling. |
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I am not cute. Rabbits, yes, look cute, and I look like a rabbit. But keep in mind that inside, I am not cute. Remember that.