blessed by his hands
akito
03-11-2024, 07:16 AM
Akito doesn't hate how the mead tastes, but he's not a particular fan at how dizzy it makes his head. He can't really keep his thoughts straight either, but listening to Vidarr is all he can really manage. Keeping his eyes on the fire, he has an ear turned in the Viking's direction. A humbling nod, a thoughtful noise emitting from his throat. Ask questions, listen, make their lives easier. That was all doable right? Clove was so... adventurous and Maki so... Maki. Akito didn't really have a word to describe the girl. Their interactions had been awkward at best so far, but maybe a visit to the mountain would be good? Interest flickers in his eyes as he turns to look at Vidarr. "Perhaps I'll bring by some goods," Akito mumbles, his speech slightly slurred as he takes one final sip from the mead. Though his typically stoic expression is still there, one might have been able to see a glimmer of something hiding beneath the facade. "Thank you for listening. It helped," the boy leans over and bumps his shoulder against Vidarr's. "I definitely need to lie down now," he lets out a nervous laugh before stumbling over the log behind them and finding himself a dark corner to curl up in. -Exit Akito- |
akito's companions are to be assumed nearby unless stated otherwise.
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