[ It looks poisonous, he thinks, as he looks up at the plant hanging from the rafters of the tavern. A part of him wonders if he should endeavor to stand on the table and take it down; then again, that wouldn't be polite manners, and he's just here for a drink, a small meal, nothing too complicated. The last thing he wants to do is start a fight with a stranger, or multiple strangers, and instead it's just the cross of his bright blue gaze that lingers there, for a moment, before retreating.
No one is quite brave enough to take a seat next to him at the rickety table, which is something of a relief. Comfortable with the thought, he tucks his chin down and takes a long drink from his glass, swallowing it down with a faint grimace before he returns to his plate. There's a few scattered grilled vegetables still there; he's reluctant to keep eating them.
Still, apparently luck isn't always going to be on his side: or maybe it's just that there are no open seats elsewhere. When a stranger finds their way to his table, and the open chair across from him, he almost wants to say a warning--as it is, he shifts up in his chair and then, once the stranger sits before he can do anything about it, he deflates back into it. ]
Shouldn't sit here. [ It doesn't sound angry, or offended--it's more reluctant, like he doesn't want to have to say it. With a soft sigh, he nods his chin upward. ] That...plant thing, is here. Above us.
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No one is quite brave enough to take a seat next to him at the rickety table, which is something of a relief. Comfortable with the thought, he tucks his chin down and takes a long drink from his glass, swallowing it down with a faint grimace before he returns to his plate. There's a few scattered grilled vegetables still there; he's reluctant to keep eating them.
Still, apparently luck isn't always going to be on his side: or maybe it's just that there are no open seats elsewhere. When a stranger finds their way to his table, and the open chair across from him, he almost wants to say a warning--as it is, he shifts up in his chair and then, once the stranger sits before he can do anything about it, he deflates back into it. ]
Shouldn't sit here. [ It doesn't sound angry, or offended--it's more reluctant, like he doesn't want to have to say it. With a soft sigh, he nods his chin upward. ] That...plant thing, is here. Above us.