To @mcnypieces about a hyena 🦴
💫 —Well, they’d reached some semblance of an accord -- through the great equalizer of liquor, no less. It was characteristic to the current setting, and so Viral wouldn’t sigh at Human vice just yet. He rolled a few one hundred beri coins through gloved digits, heavy gloves which concealed otherwise bestial claws. The beri between his fingers glinted with promise, a gesture to assure his sound intentions to deliver his end of the arrangement in exchange for the stranger’s willingness to divulge a bit of his experience. The Beastman didn’t intend to squander the beri needlessly -- his crew was at an advantage, given Simon’s affinity for finding treasures beneath the earth. But it was a touch-and-go effort to have them properly appraised and converted into beri, while lacking a solid familiarity with the economic value of their discoveries. Acquiring information was a decent investment, however; even droll details would help shape their understanding of this wild world.
Viral wasn’t unused to handling this fellow’s type -- brash, mischievous, and dangerous in his own right. If more than half of the Dai-Gurren’s own weren’t cut from the same cloth, he may have felt less comfortable in this young man’s presence. As it was, the Beastman could very nearly relax. The potential for trouble was always there, but he’d answer that call if and when it beckoned. In the meantime... he’d let his guest of honor choose the establishment that served his preferred poisons.
❝I can’t claim a familiarity with this area, so why don’t you pick your haunt of choice, and we’ll both rinse away the day’s troubles. Are you going to offer a name, or do I have to buy that out of you - tankard at a time - as well?❞
At least with Simon still aboard the Engann, there wasn’t a pressing limit of time that he was cognizant of. With this Human playing his best game at opportunism, it might take a few before he felt well and inclined to talk. So long as he was generous with his knowledge of the seas, the political scape, and the sundry details that neither Viral, nor his crew of outsiders could possess without ample time living within and among the world’s conditions. A feral gaze belied a rational mind, as he found himself agreeing with the appeal of an amiable conversation.
❝Eh, it's been one state of chaos after another since we escaped the Florian Triangle.
I wouldn’t mind conversing at ease for a while, either. ❞