Apr 24, 2014
so two redheads walk into a bar {{ dazzlethestage
"Oi! You!"
Ayato's voice breaks through the clamor about him. In his hand he held a small glass, green eyes flickering to the very item every so often as if wary of its contents. He hasn't seen anyone prepare this damn bowl of punch, thus his wariness of it. If it's poisoned, then he'd rather have someone else test the waters for him. Waving off another patron, green eyes gave a harsh stare.
"You see this?" Ayato's inquiry is accompanied by an idle swish of his glass. "Taste it. I'm not taking no for an answer."
