[ the bunnies squirm around in their blanket prison, lifting their heads to seek more attention from esikko. wolfwood keeps his grip on the blanket firm but loose enough to allow them room to breathe as he makes his way to the pen. ]
My nature? [ there's a bark of a laugh at that but he shakes his head, rolling the cigarette to one corner of his mouth. ] You got an interestin' idea of comfort.
[ the general consensus is that he's an asshole, a monster; the kind people don't want to be involved with. for good reason, really. but there was a time when things were different. kinder, simpler. ]
I raised some birds before. [ he lowers the bundle into the pen, letting the bunnies roam free. ] But they're all the same. Give 'em a bit of food and they get nice and easy.
( Once he's satisfied with the pets on the bunnies, he withdraws his hand and instead sets his eyes back on that unlit cigarette. )
I do believe that counts as experience. Food as the key... that's something I've learned with my bodyguard, all the same.
( With a light little laugh, he glances down at his own hand. Lifting a finger to his lips, he nips at the tip until there's a spot of blood— and with that, he focuses and speaks something softly before it turns into a small flame.
[ yeah, the guy looks the type. but before wolfwood can comment on it, he watches esikko bite his own finger, the blood blooming into flame. he's seen enough in his life and he knows the resort takes all types, but magic is still something he struggles to wrap his mind around.
wolfwood steps closer and leans in enough for the end of the cigarette to catch, lashes dipping low. ]
Thanks. [ smoke curls between them as he takes a drag, tipping his head back to release the rest of it above them. ] Handy trick.
[ pricy, though, if he has to pay with his blood each time. ]
( If it were his bodyguard doing the smoking, he'd complain about it. The smell, the irritation on his own lungs... But he turns his head back to the bunnies, and Wolfwood at least respectfully points the smoke upwards. With the cigarette lit, the fire shrinks back to nothing, and Esikko pinches his fingers together to stop the bleeding. He doesn't seem to mind the cost. )
My magic is nothing as exciting as some of the others here, but I like to practice when I can. ( Lightly, with a sort of eagerness that would be hard to fake. )
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[ the bunnies squirm around in their blanket prison, lifting their heads to seek more attention from esikko. wolfwood keeps his grip on the blanket firm but loose enough to allow them room to breathe as he makes his way to the pen. ]
My nature? [ there's a bark of a laugh at that but he shakes his head, rolling the cigarette to one corner of his mouth. ] You got an interestin' idea of comfort.
[ the general consensus is that he's an asshole, a monster; the kind people don't want to be involved with. for good reason, really. but there was a time when things were different. kinder, simpler. ]
I raised some birds before. [ he lowers the bundle into the pen, letting the bunnies roam free. ] But they're all the same. Give 'em a bit of food and they get nice and easy.
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I do believe that counts as experience. Food as the key... that's something I've learned with my bodyguard, all the same.
( With a light little laugh, he glances down at his own hand. Lifting a finger to his lips, he nips at the tip until there's a spot of blood— and with that, he focuses and speaks something softly before it turns into a small flame.
He holds it up in offering. )
A light?
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[ yeah, the guy looks the type. but before wolfwood can comment on it, he watches esikko bite his own finger, the blood blooming into flame. he's seen enough in his life and he knows the resort takes all types, but magic is still something he struggles to wrap his mind around.
wolfwood steps closer and leans in enough for the end of the cigarette to catch, lashes dipping low. ]
Thanks. [ smoke curls between them as he takes a drag, tipping his head back to release the rest of it above them. ] Handy trick.
[ pricy, though, if he has to pay with his blood each time. ]
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My magic is nothing as exciting as some of the others here, but I like to practice when I can. ( Lightly, with a sort of eagerness that would be hard to fake. )
You can call me Esikko.