n0chanxes:
It took a lot. It took a hell of a lot of booze to even get him tipsy. And even more to get him stupid. But it didn’t take any to make an angry boy any more angry. His eyes rolled as the other began to ramble about bullshit that didn’t matter–until something made him stop. Humans. No matter what, no matter how drunk somebody was, that was a damn weird way to phrase things. So instead of tuning the other out, he looked around, the bar was empty enough– and the bartender was in back probably checking his liquor stock or getting high or something. “Fine then.-” He downed the last of his glass before holding it in the palm of his hand, eyes going bright blue as the glass rose a little in his palm, glowing bright as it melted and formed into a flower before it cooled and rested in Joomin’s palm. “Still think I’m full of shit, weirdo?” He asked with blue eyes and a tilted head.
His expression is still one of boredom, disinterest, even as the glass forms into a flower. It took so little thought to bring the shadows around him, grasping at the flower and swallowing it whole before bringing it to his hand. Mismatched grey and gold eyes look over the glass, as if inspecting it for something, anything. “Are you a witch? A wizard, sorcerer-- whatever you want to call yourself. Clearly you are not a demon, or a god. I would be able to sense that.” Turning to face the man, he does the same thing. Glass is melted and transformed into an identical flower. Grasping it, he’s offering the item to the other. “How old are you?”
