Approval. Something all Unicorns are after. Abraham glows just a bit more, even if he knows it's all tongue-in-cheek.
Abraham makes a face of a completely innocent child as the former Summer Monarch spouts quips on full auto "I just wondered if you're like this guy I knew in Saint Louis who wore riot gear to bed. Glad you don't. It's not healthy" Imagine all the grazes and scalds! Still, it was nice to hear the little misunderstanding didn't cause any bad blood.
"I was thinking more along the lines of talking dungeons, monsters and dangerous adventures, but I can accomodate" He shrugs. Abraham always pays his debts, especially if the currency of choice is sarcasm "The kitchen is always well-stocked, but all the security I need is right in front of me" He nods at the elf "You'll just yell Italian insults at them until their ears rot" A yawn. It was getting late.
"Ah! Before I forget" the knight-errant takes a napkin and a pen from behind the bar and quickly scribbles something on it. Then hands it out to Circe "Here. My number and e-mail. I figure if we're going to do this thing of ours, it'll be more effective than notes" Abraham may not be very technical, but it is the twenty-first century. He waits to see if the Larcenist will accept the gift and reciprocate.
"'Night, Laser Tornado" says the Flowering as he starts to move towards a room with a bed.
I think we are good to close?
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