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"Ah?" Jax perks up as he's spoken to having previously been in a world of his own. He takes notes of the other's words, frowning so gently and thinking to himself for a moment. "What is a life without the constant peril of our thoughts, though?" he says, enacting a small smile. "It would be odd to not drown in thoughts once a while." He waves a hand at the barkeep, nodding to a bottle of whisky that lies on the shelf. "One for my friend and I." he says.
Drowning and swimming are mutually exclusive in his experience. At the moment, with what thoughts traveled through his muddled brain, he’s losing energy staying afloat. Chondrus’ head sways to the side in a fluid movement, rivalling the swirl of his drink in his steadied hand.
“Once in a while,” he repeats, words rolling off his tongue with an unfamiliar accent. Consonants are a harsh flick of the tongue while vowels require more effort, “but more than that? It’s troubling.”
The glass clinks onto the bar counter and his fingers unfurl around its sides, “You don’t have to do that, sir. Here, I have some money.” Chondrus fumbles for his back pocket, where neatly folded bills reside. He manages to procure three bills, two of which feature the number ten.
