[Jasper wrinkles his nose. He has always preferred the company of animals to people: beasts that had never betrayed him nor spoken back. Now one stands before him, engaging in hot conversation, and he hardly looks surprised. For as much as he had preferred the company of animals he had favoured the compansionship of monsters.
Plus this is one time he cannot claim he's drunk.]
I suppose.
[He supposes it is, supposes it's not, supposes it's none of his business. The awkward silence only highlights how he's finding some enjoyment in this company.]
no subject
Plus this is one time he cannot claim he's drunk.]
I suppose.
[He supposes it is, supposes it's not, supposes it's none of his business. The awkward silence only highlights how he's finding some enjoyment in this company.]
Might I hear your name, friend?
[It's a term of politeness, not closeness.]