RenArchertoo: ::Hm. Knocking doesn't seem to do the trick. Still, he acts with utter caution and a very clear sense of guard -- like one who has learned to become jaded and even cold to some degree. Managing to open the door wide enough to
RenArchertoo: wriggle on through, the blue-skinned creature stops long enough to listen about. Gauging and, honestly, hoping to all blazes someone doesn't look at him and decide he's a life-sized alien doll like the last being who decided to
RenArchertoo: dress him in...odd clothing. Very odd clothing -- comparative to the "gangsta" or "ghetto" look. Complete with doo-rag...thing::
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MysticaIDreams4u: ::Chuckling as she watched the others, she grinned at Ransom:: I'll see if my dad will let you. ::Glancing over at the new creature, she smiled softly as she spoke:: Evening there.
MuseofaBlindPoet: It's undeniable, he's easily amused and even more easily distracted. The bottle comes down on the bar with a thump as he leans on it, full attention on the little blue thing creeping across the floor. "What is it?"
RenArchertoo: ::It's difficult to move your ears when they're as big as his -- five inch ears -- beneath the cloth tied around his head. but he manages. Sniffing in the direction of the Female's voice, the blue oddity chirps as if in response.
RenArchertoo: Curious but always like an animal::
Roguish grin: Leaning over, Kyran snatched up the bottle of scotch after it had come to rest. Normally, he was the sort that would drink properly, from a glass, but the mood and the company seemed a bit more relaxed. Taking the cue from the
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Roguish grin: juggler's surprised question, he followed the other mans' gaze to the small... person-thing there. Green eyes blinked several times, and he popped the cork from his scotch bottle, taking a long swig.
MysticaIDreams4u: ::Smiling, she glanced at Ransom and shrugged, then spoke to the small creature again:: Can I get you anything?
RenArchertoo: ::Well, he supposes a try at talking won't be too bad. Provided he's not *too* amusing. His English is absolutely deplorable. His "ghetto-speak" is even worse:: Wha-at be uhp, dahwww-guh?
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MuseofaBlindPoet: His lips vanishing in an attempt not to laugh, eyes wide and beginning to water with the effort.
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MysticaIDreams4u: ::Grinning, she leaned on the bar casually:: Not much homie. ::And after that, she didn't know to respond and went back to normal speech:: Need anything?
MuseofaBlindPoet: He shakes his head nudging Heaven, "No, no Babe... it's... Not much homie boy g-funk. Chillin in da crib. Sup wit'chu?"
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MysticaIDreams4u: Then you talk to him ::Grins:: And be nice.
RenArchertoo: Ho-mee? ::Ooh. Another word added to his limited vocabulary! Crawling forward in as straight a line as he can, the oddity tries sniffing out each voice. All the while, alas, he runs smack into a few things. Eh, useless eyes do that: