[When suddenly there's a voice next to him, deep and graveled, Eridanus turns to see just who has saddled up next to him. He leans a bit away at the sight of wings, something you get used to doing when you live with a gargoyle, but overall, his rendezvous is probably more on the normal side of looks when it comes to strangers he's met off the internet. His long ears remain perked, adding to his towering height, just so he can hear those breathy words against the cacophony of conversations within the bar.
A small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, the bottom half of his jaw slowly being consumed by iridescent, black jewels that glitter under the low lights above them.] I am guessing this is another one of your human jokes. [He responds wryly, but he doesn't seem unamused by the words.
His train of thought is briefly interrupted as the bartender presents his brandy, though he wastes no time delicately wrapping knife-tipped claws around the base of the snifter. As he brings the drink to his mouth, those same long claws mock his date. While all monsters were deadly in their own right, Eridanus is still getting used to just how obvious his dangers present. He is much more used to a subtle threat, after all.]
Day 46 of Autumn, year 15,832. I doubt our calendars transition across time and space though, so you can just call me Eridanus, and who are you? I didn't know Valkyr came in "handsome male." [He sets his glass down, and while his words may seem flirty, the expression on his visage is one of seriousness, as if he's waiting for this nephilim to give him a reason to fight.]
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A small grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, the bottom half of his jaw slowly being consumed by iridescent, black jewels that glitter under the low lights above them.] I am guessing this is another one of your human jokes. [He responds wryly, but he doesn't seem unamused by the words.
His train of thought is briefly interrupted as the bartender presents his brandy, though he wastes no time delicately wrapping knife-tipped claws around the base of the snifter. As he brings the drink to his mouth, those same long claws mock his date. While all monsters were deadly in their own right, Eridanus is still getting used to just how obvious his dangers present. He is much more used to a subtle threat, after all.]
Day 46 of Autumn, year 15,832. I doubt our calendars transition across time and space though, so you can just call me Eridanus, and who are you? I didn't know Valkyr came in "handsome male." [He sets his glass down, and while his words may seem flirty, the expression on his visage is one of seriousness, as if he's waiting for this nephilim to give him a reason to fight.]