[That's fair, but then can you all stop radiating such ominous unapproachable vibes please. Consult some Reds or something. On second thought, maybe not the Reds.]
I'm calling you a sadist, [tipping his goblet in Toji’s direction,] and you're calling me a glutton. [tapping the goblet against his chest. Because he's a vampire and superhumanly graceful, not a drop of liquid spills onto his white undershirt. Small mercies.] And we can come up with fun epithets for everyone. Being a glutton’s unusual for me, to be honest, I usually get called “boring”.
[His tone drops a little. That's arguably worse, among vampires, but they've all moved past the need to impress their Makers, so he's not too bummed about it all things considered. Instead, Elias acts surprised about the deduction about his wine:]
Can you tell the exact vintage from the smell? I didn't check the label. [He glances down at his goblet, then looks back to the little cocktail table where he'd left the bottle.] Some Red was saying it was good.
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I'm calling you a sadist, [tipping his goblet in Toji’s direction,] and you're calling me a glutton. [tapping the goblet against his chest. Because he's a vampire and superhumanly graceful, not a drop of liquid spills onto his white undershirt. Small mercies.] And we can come up with fun epithets for everyone. Being a glutton’s unusual for me, to be honest, I usually get called “boring”.
[His tone drops a little. That's arguably worse, among vampires, but they've all moved past the need to impress their Makers, so he's not too bummed about it all things considered. Instead, Elias acts surprised about the deduction about his wine:]
Can you tell the exact vintage from the smell? I didn't check the label. [He glances down at his goblet, then looks back to the little cocktail table where he'd left the bottle.] Some Red was saying it was good.
[Want some? He'll share if you ask.]