[ so he does indeed tiptoe out of his apartment, careful to close the door a touch quieter than he would normally. his katana hangs from his waist, and he creeps down the stairs and escapes into the moonlight with little hesitation.
there’s no mistaking the dragon man, at the very least. still burning as bright as ever. nier trots towards him, saving him the trouble. ]
[ Is everything all right? There's no pause before Asura answers with a roguish wink— ]
Sure is, now that you're here. [ And Nier is a sight in the gentle light of the Sisters. Meanwhile, Asura's a goddamn eyesore. Even if he wanted to be less ostentatious, it isn't as though he could manage it without some heavy enchantment to mask the gold scales, horns, wings, and tail. Anyway! He shoves the Watch away into one of his pockets, the communicator forgotten with the promise of adventure on the horizon. ]
So where are we heading, then? [ With a smooth incline of head, Asura gestures to the road and beyond. ] There's the entertainment district, all glitz, mixed drinks, and lights. The harbor district, with company that's as robust as its liquor.
[ W e l l, if it sounds like Asura's well acquainted with every club, bar, and tavern in Aefenglom proper, it's because yeah— he totally is.
Including: ] Or there's Desmodus Mori.
Of course, what they've got on tap there might turn you into an avid drinker. [ Vampires and all that. How's that whole Monster thing going for you anyway, Nier? ] Could you handle that?
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Because every night is a time for a drink. Or a fight. Or both.
Preferably both.
And even if you don't drink much, I sure as hell know you like to fight.
Meet me outside. Would pick you up like a gentleman, but it sounds like you live in an apartment, and I'm too huge to fit inside.
[ He's an outdoor dragon, okay!!11 ]
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Now? Alright.
But be careful. Don’t get yourself hurt :(
[ so he does indeed tiptoe out of his apartment, careful to close the door a touch quieter than he would normally. his katana hangs from his waist, and he creeps down the stairs and escapes into the moonlight with little hesitation.
there’s no mistaking the dragon man, at the very least. still burning as bright as ever. nier trots towards him, saving him the trouble. ]
Hey. Is...everything alright?
[ just asking. for reasons. ]
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Sure is, now that you're here. [ And Nier is a sight in the gentle light of the Sisters. Meanwhile, Asura's a goddamn eyesore. Even if he wanted to be less ostentatious, it isn't as though he could manage it without some heavy enchantment to mask the gold scales, horns, wings, and tail. Anyway! He shoves the Watch away into one of his pockets, the communicator forgotten with the promise of adventure on the horizon. ]
So where are we heading, then? [ With a smooth incline of head, Asura gestures to the road and beyond. ] There's the entertainment district, all glitz, mixed drinks, and lights. The harbor district, with company that's as robust as its liquor.
[ W e l l, if it sounds like Asura's well acquainted with every club, bar, and tavern in Aefenglom proper, it's because yeah— he totally is.
Including: ] Or there's Desmodus Mori.
Of course, what they've got on tap there might turn you into an avid drinker. [ Vampires and all that. How's that whole Monster thing going for you anyway, Nier? ] Could you handle that?