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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 5, 2008 3:15:02 GMT -5
Loreta giggled at the face he made. Apparently rum wasn't to his usual liking of taste. The heron found it amusing even in her current situation. His comment, however, had completely thrown her off guard. She knew it was more in a scientific way, but she couldn't help but blush. Damn it all, why was she so damn girlie when he said things or did things?
"T-thank you," she said. If she hadn't been holding the tea cup she would have laced her fingers together. Instead she took a hug swig of her tea. Rum. Oh what would she do without alcohol as a bit of a friend? Well. She supposed she would have gotten addicted to something else. Though that idea didn't sit well with her at all. "I... you just told me not to thank you and I thanked you. Heh. Well, I guess that's because not many people think I'm strong."
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Post by Vyn on Feb 5, 2008 8:51:51 GMT -5
Hatter blushed happily when Loreta giggled. No, rum was not his usual liking. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had some. The faces stopped after a short while and finally he seemed to manage to sip the spiked tea without making the 'alcohol face'.
"Then a lot of people are fools." He said with a curt, matter-of-fact nod. "You're stronger than a lot of people I know." The Hatter tilted his head, two-toned eyes peering at the heron across from him. From what Peaches had told him she had also apparently overcome a great deal after her literally crippling loss. Self improvement, coping with the loss of your leg...that was a lot to be proud of, honestly. "You ought to give yourself more credit, Loreta."
He leaned back, sipping at his tea more casually now. He could feel the alcohol's affect already and the tingle made him smile just a little more lop-sidedly than usual. Alcohol was not his thing, even small amounts.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 5, 2008 11:27:18 GMT -5
Loreta had developed a lovely tolerance for alcohol over a short period of time. Somehow. The heron watched as Hatter seemed to be effected rather quickly. She wanted to burst out laughing but figured that she should answer his statement first.
"How can I give credit to myself? I mean. I'm not the only reason why I'm strong. Others helped, and I could never thank them for it." She shrugged, finishing her tea. It was very easy for her to drink in comparison to everything else. Time to change the subject so she could stop blushing.
"You're a bit of a light weight when it comes to alcohol aren't you?" She grinned a she poured herself another cup. She briefly wondered what animal he was. Had she ever asked him? She certainly hadn't seen it one bit. She shook her head at the thought. She shouldn't pry into such things.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 5, 2008 12:01:36 GMT -5
No where near drunk, but definitely aware of the alcohol in his system, Hatter finished off his cup and, after Loreta, poured himself a second cup.
He was about to press the subject just a bit harder, perhaps prompt about who exactly she could not thank...but then she changed the subject and Hatter was quick to get the hint. He could definitely be invasive from time to time, but when it came to those friends that he truly valued he tried not to stick his nose where it didn't belong, at least...he tried not to.
"Ah, haha... Yeah, I truly am. This is the first time I've drank anything in..." He paused, his face sketched with confusion. When was the last time he drank? His memory was near photographic, at least when it came to his hobbies. He coughed a little. "I honestly can't remember when the last time I drank was. I'm pretty sure though, that when I did...I got Very Drunk and it was quite unpleasant." In fact, he was pretty sure he might have slept with a certain nymphomaniac rabbit...and if that was the case, he'd probably been far more than drunk.
Mischievous cuss.
However, on the matter of things he was quite willing to answer or talk about, his species was easily on the list. He truly enjoyed his avian forms for all that he didn't use them much and his neglect was mostly to be blamed on absent-minded silliness.
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Post by Kiki on Feb 5, 2008 13:00:19 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 1 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 5, 2008 14:20:00 GMT -5
Loreta grinned. Well, that seemed like something that was difficult to admit to himself. Suddenly Loreta had the urge to tell him something. She wasn't sure why. It was just something completely random. She had been hiding it for a good majority of her adult life.
"I'm going to tell you something. Something that even my best friend doesn't know." She said looking at him quite seriously with the spiked tea in her hands. He nails tapped on the porcelain absently as she briefly looked down at the tea before returning her gaze to Hatter. It wasn't a big deal if he actually told someone but... it just wasn't something she liked to say out loud.
"My mom... my mom was one of the people I can't thank. She left when I was really young." Loreta paused briefly. How could she put this into words. "She was going to join the courts but she never made it, and she never came back. I found out, after my father kicked me out, that she was murdered."
And Loreta knew exactly who did it. But she could never prove it. That was why she never spoke about it.
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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 0:10:37 GMT -5
Hatter liked it when Loreta grinned. She was very pretty when she was happy and he was determined to keep her that way. As she spoke he perked forward, tilting his head slightly even as he took another sip of the spiked tea. She was offering him a secret, which he loved, but while her tone said 'casual' her words were not.
Obviously this had been weighing on her, for she had changed the subject away from it on her own and had now returned to it in full force. Her mother, hm? Must have been a good woman for Loreta to care, Hatter smiled but it was momentarily sad. "My mother was murdered when I was very young as well." He said as he lifted up, two-toned eyes twinkling thoughtfully. "Only difference was that she had managed to make it to the courts and had done quite well for herself, for us." The Hatter was shifting now, moving through the cabinets...looking for something he'd tucked away. "We weren't close though, my mother and I... Since you want to thank your mother, may I assume you two were closer than I was with mine?"
He finally appeared to find what he was looking for and he put it on the stove. A different tea pot, this one decorated with intricate designs that could have almost made one think of the Highlands for all its red and gold upon it. A very fancy tea pot. In fact, a tea pot he had gotten from a from a certain unusual shopkeep by the name of Gale. Would Loreta recognize it? He doubted she would mind if she did, and he wanted to test it to see if Gale's theories had been accurate. Whether or not it was, however, Hatter nevertheless intended to brew up a fresh brew of the Rum Tea but with a stronger dose of rum int his batch. It would most definitely solve their differences in drinking tolerances.
"Do you know who did it?"
The pot whistled loudly behind him shortly after he asked this and he quick pulled the tea off the stove so that he could add in the proper amount of rum. He returned smoothly to his chair and urged the pot closer to her. "There should be more rum in that one," he offered cheerfully. "There should be more rum in that one, though is it better?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 1:17:39 GMT -5
She was close to her mother until she left. Loreta had always been bitter about it until she found out the truth. "I'm sorry your mother died, successful in courts or not."
Loreta didn't notice the teapot one bit. She wouldn't have made the connection if she had tried. Minute details were lost on the Heron. She wasn't good with names and details. Directions and people on her routes, yes. Teapots and names that weren't simple and likable, not so much.
She sighed. "Yes, yes I do. But he's too influential in his little town for me to do anything. Plus he's just... too high of a rank for me to do anything." Loreta shook her head as she picked up the tea cup that he offered her. She took a sip.
Oh yes, that was a lot of rum. It gave her that warm fuzzy feeling that she so much enjoyed when drinking. She shouldn't get carried away though. "It's quite lovely," she said a little happier than usual. Weird. Why was she blushing?
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Post by Vyn on Feb 7, 2008 8:35:46 GMT -5
Instead of responding verbally Hatter inclined his head slightly, a hard to read gesture for sure but one that was most definitely not filled with his usual careless cheer. His mother's death was a subject he was still indecisive about. He hadn't been close to her, not ever, and his remorse in her death was only because he contributed.
He didn't like contributing to things like that.
Hatter lifted his head as she continued and arched a brow slightly. He wasn't ready to reveal the same secrets to Loreta that he had to Peaches, not yet at least. However, he could help if she needed someone 'high of rank'. The male twisted his cup in his fingers, drumming his digits along the edge so that it rung oddly before lifting it to his lips and taking a thoughtful sip. "Perhaps I could help?" A side smile reclaimed his features. "I'd be more than happy to lend you a hand."
Sipping at his tea once more, Hatter peered over the edge of his cup at Loreta. Her face was lightly flushed, perhaps a sign that the tea pot was working? Or was it the alcohol? It definitely put a bit of warmth in his own cheeks, so he would have to wait. With each cup he'd know. "Good good! This way I don't have to fear getting drunk myself." He laughed warmly, still playing with his cup and baring that lop-sided smile. "I don't know how you handle it so well, alcohol that is."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 7, 2008 11:30:54 GMT -5
Loreta glanced up at him. He was willing to help? That made her wonder what rank he was, but it didn't matter in the long run. She wouldn't want to drag him into anything dangerous. "No, no. It's too complicated to drag someone into it. That's why I wouldn't even tell my childhood friend about it. I wouldn't want her to get hurt and I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
She sighed. That was more depressing than her leg. Her rotting leg that still sketched her out beyond thought and reason. The heron shuddered briefly before taking a another sip of the tea. Thank you change of subject. "I got plastered a countless number of times, my body was sick of it, and decided to give me a bit more of a tolerance to alcohol." She sipped the tea again. Usually she didn't get drunk this fast, especially to such a weak liquor. Well, not since the whole beer incident with that Whip guy.
"Are you sure... that you put rum into this?"
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