Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

It took a while to finish puncturing all the holes he wanted, and even longer to shove the crocodile teeth into each one. It was slightly easier to make the hide and teeth adhere to each other with the sap Aresenn had collected from a nearby tree. After that step, their new battle accessories were nearly completed. They just needed to add the finishing touches by taking it over to the volcano Aresenn had mentioned earlier. They had just set out the collars to dry, when Aresenn said something Sephiran wasn’t expecting. He was inviting him to his parklands, to participate in some party that would have booze. This caught his interest, not only because he was interested in what the pirate pack was like. But also, he wanted to know what booze was. It was a different term than what he was used to, but he made an assumption that it must be similar to the sour-tasting liquid his family made back home… the one that made him feel really good.

“I might take you up on that offer,” He mused back, lips contorting into a sneer as he thought about how a night like that might play out. “If there are women to go with the booze.” Gruff, snarky laughter bubbled from his mouth, as he glanced at Aresenn before turning to pick up his collar. He didn’t feel the need to announce his departure. They would meet again, if he decided to show up to this… party.

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