" Care to share a drink ? " the long, deep drawl only merely above a low hum as steel fingers flicked a glass across the wooden railing of Cheesetopia. Well, he didn't quite expect Sons of Calydon to be around this early, or rather - Lighter alone. Boothill awaited the response, if rejected it wasn't a big deal. He was about to leave anyway. His presence seemed to be a little distressing for the rest of the dinners. Not in a bad way, there was awe mixed with anxiety whenever he'd swing by. // my zzz boothill verse to lighter !!
There was a conscious pinpoint to how Cheesetopia acted with its visitors. Whether they brought glee to the soul, the greed and ambition in their eyes, or how there were certain methods that would crop up in terms of behavior. Moments like this was happened to be a more idle brand of recon, the sort that opens alongside a good refueling while preparing for inevitables.
A road such as his was paved with the defeated. Such a gargantuan force would have coattails eager to turn into blades.
The baritone that rumbles briefly in his ears catches his attention as he tilts his head away from his Nitro-Fuel. The sheen of the newly improved lights modestly reflects off the dark shades of Calydon's very own Lighter. What he witnessed was a character who managed to bring presence. For the hot-blooded atmosphere such as the Outer Ring, needless to say that was more than enough to warrant attention. That cybernetic form they don spoke more than enough, it spoke of not just a legend, but a surviving man.
The Lone Star. As he'd internally dub him.
Lighter's perspective on the other hand leveled to a brand of intrigue. It wasn't all too often that someone not eager to carve their name approaches him. While it wasn't 'disarming', a change of momentum only added to the refreshment of Cheesetopia's newly gained splendor. In response, a gloved hand would bring up his mug from where he sits, allowing the slosh of fizzy bubbles to spill just a touch over the rim. He owed it not just the patrons, but the owner to ensure an amiable note is always retained.
"I'd be besmirching Cheesetopia's good name otherwise."
"C'mon. This place needs some more good memories to add to the shine." From his position, Lighter didn't intend to make his own presence the sort to prevent others from enjoying the simple things. Duty didn't drag itself in with leisure. And right now? They were simply two men gaining a touch of reprieve from the unforgiving kiss of the sun outside.
"And time is a bit of a luxury right now."
