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Green's eyes lifted to the Hunterheart.
"Yeah. Nothin' wrong with that. Its good when its brisk and fresh. Know you are alive. Awake and stuff."
A smile - or something that passed for it - stretched, chasm-like, across his face.
"So. what you been doing?" He ventured at last. Nathan Griffin
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"I don't know if I should be offended by 'fabulous' or 'blind'. You definitely got me there." Kyle chuckles, shaking his head.
The Fairest blinks a few times, feeling a little embarrassed. She's here already? Following Nathan's gesture with his eyes, he does see someone[/color] in red who seems to have a soft glow. Kyle says nothing at first, instead covering for his silence with a long pull from his drink.
"Huh. Well, if she's really lookin for me I can't have someone else playin messenger. Sends a weak signal, ya know?" He winks at the Hunterheart. Something about what Nathan said strikes him a moment later. The Minstrel looks a little annoyed. "Right... apologize. That's not a bad idea. She's a sensitive sort." Kyle doesn't add that he's a little pissed about that, but the stern look on his otherwise oh-so-merry face speaks volumes. Just thinking about what L'aire said that other night is enough to ruin his mood.
"I should go take care of that. Leave you two some time to catch up." He claps Nathan on the shoulder; his own little way of telling himself he's not still pissed at him. "Green. Stay classy." He nods to the mountain, finishes his drink in a prolonged chug, claps it down on the bar and makes his way across the room.
Kyle rejoins the main thread.
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Someone seems to believe me a better man than I am, he thought looking at Chris walking away. An overly dramatic thought, once he stopped to consider it. Maybe he had been a jerk to Sasha. She had gotten off easy. That's all over now. No point in dwelling on the past in such an occasion. Feeling sorry for himself wasn't the way to make up for who he was — used to be.
"Well..." he started, addressing Green.
He stopped abruptly when the Winter Queen rose up to give her speech. He listened quietly, distractedly putting the rest of the chocolate in his mouth. Sweet tastes and warm sensations. Appropriate, somehow. So were her words, he supposed. Relevant to his situation. When she was done he started drumming his fingers on the bar, deep in thought. Maybe he should...
"Your queen is quite impressive," he told Green finally.
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"Yeah!" Green barked a laugh. A laugh!
Holding his drink to his lips, he imbibed. Eyes on Nathan, waiting for a response to his question.
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Green had more of a sense of humor than he could have imagined. It was good, he supposed, but he would have liked to know just what did he find so funny.
"I haven't been up to much, really." Maybe talking would help him get his thoughts in order. When in doubt, procrastinate! "Mostly just trying to figure out what to do with myself. Think I may be onto something — I hadn't figured people here would have much use for an ex-marine-in-training," he looked straight at him, smiling. "The more you know."
Green didn't seem the sort to talk all that much. Maybe it was a Winter thing. Or an Elemental thing. Look at the bright side. You could have been a piece of rock. Instead, you're Beauty and the Beast, sans Beauty!
"So. What about you? What do you do around here?" He was genuinely curious. The Mountain didn't seem like the kind of guy who dressed as Santa and sat around malls for Christmas.
Chris and Sasha seemed to be hitting it off. Good for them. His interest in Sasha had never been anything more than desperate at best, and even that little piece of lust roasted over sorrow and dressed with fear with four extra teaspoons of pathetic for flavor hadn't lasted very long. While he waited for Green's response he took hold of the nearest bottle of wine. Someone had already popped the cork, so he just served himself half a glass. He tilted the bottle slightly towards Green with an inquisitive look. He probably didn't want any, seeing what he was drinking, but manners. He took a small sip of wine, yet another taste he hadn't felt in a long, long time. That would be quite the list, wouldn't it? He found the idea funny.
"Any chance you could properly introduce us?" he said, glancing at the Winter Queen. "I don't think I've ever gotten to know royalty before."
The Silent Night... didn't count. He had been in a very different place back then. Plus, knowing someone wasn't the same as knowing someone.
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Green gestured silently with his glass that he was content with the drink he had.
"I walk the borders and I watch. Yeah." Green responded to the first question. As for the introduction, his eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you want to talk about?" A pause. "Then again. Its Valentines. Maybe she's open to talk."
The mountain rose and placed down his drink. Feet plodding, the Elemental moved slowly towards where the Winter Queen had placed herself.
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