#ferid01

[heavenlygiant]

@blcodletting /

Despite his brutish appearance, Dagruel has refinement when it comes to his drinks. A bottle of wine...in midday. Though to be fair for someone like him, it would need to be a lot bigger for him to even feel the effects of wine.

"Its a bit too much for me." the bottle is very small compared to him. "Perhaps you would like a glass?" He offers.

[heavenlygiant]

"Ha. I wouldn't know, I was never human to begin with."

He looks like a giant of a man, but he is indeed in fact a giant. but he won't expound on that considering that Dagruel would like this vacation to be more relaxing.

"But perhaps being so near humans everyday would fix that."

so he had a bit of bite to him. . . good !

"aw. was it something i said ? i mean no offense," hands raise defensively, shaking back and forth. "i simply wished to jab a bit of fun."

did he ? not really. passive comments were his favorite.

"come on, now . . . don't you know us humans love a bit of mockery ?" a shrug. "surely, you'd be used to it, right?"

[heavenlygiant]

"I can assume you don't like thinking at all, like your appearance give s the impression of."

indirectly he calls Ferid a dumb head, a stupid forgetful absent minded person, though in truth he had a close friend who looked like that, but was the strongest demon lords out there. dagruel doesn't , actually doesn't care for mixing words.

"Sadly I don't talk with too many humans...people to know, everyone I know is a massive drinker."

aah ! he forgot how humans ( ? ) talk so much about memories and useless connections ! they always developed connections and hung onto them so blindly, it was practically sending him to sleep !

"uh huh , uh huh !" he nods. he doesn't have a clue what the man is talking about. he listens to krul talk and talk about the most meaningless things all the time, but at the very least he benefited from it in the longer run. "hey, did you ever think about forgetting all that mess of overthinking ? less worries to concern yourself with if you just forget it all !"

at that, ferid crosses on thigh over the other and leans his chin on his hands. those without the disease of vampirism were often affronted with their own mortality on a daily basis, so it makes sense that others may have thought so hard on this. "that's what the wine's for, no? drink and drink and drink and forget. people sure do get silly after a glass too many."

[heavenlygiant]

"Indeed, selective selection. And natural test results, they are merely people who pretend to be smart. Who only have the luxury of protection because they have the means to return us."

"But we are often left to our own devises, it is a bit relaxing. Much like a vacation needed after years of hard work." One wine glass raises in salute before he downs it in one go. the wine glass looking comically small in his hands.

a friend ? oh, lovely! that's just what ferid has been working so intensively on ! it must come so easy here.

ferid picks up the glass and raises it to eye level, drumming his nails against it as he listens. he smiles, of course he does, nodding along with what dagruel says - yet, there seems to be no sign of sadness at the notion he had no friends.

" hm, hm . . . if you've anything else, i'll gladly accept," well, he wouldn't, but he knows the human game well. offer alternatives, receive none, but it's still an alternative offered ! "surely, you're alone ? i certainly am, too. i don't think our captors are all to keen on bringing along everyone from home."

[heavenlygiant]

Earth tones, but refined half way. If his blood ever turns into a bottle of wine, it would be outright euphoric but disgusting at the same time. a unfinished product left 1/3 finished.

"Oh, how rare for a nobleman such as yourself to avoid the bottle.

Perhaps he misjudge, but Dagruel is not one to rush into an apology, taking his time with the glass in his hands. It would take hours since he would want to will time away.

"And here I would find a drinking friend, my old ones are...gone."

FERID WAS not a prude in the sense he enjoyed lifes excesses. lavish and luxurious was a perfectly fine way to live , though midday drinking seemed a touch excessive.

eyes steel themselves on the bottle. ah, right, alcohol. perhaps were it mixed with blood he could stomach it to an extent before his inevitable regurgitation, but ferid had a decent feeling that the stranger hadn't thought to mix that of his own self with it.

"apologies, but i hardly drink !" which is a barefaced lie. of course it is. he has dozens upon dozens of wine bottles himself previously , but they were most definitely not filled with wine. "besides, besides . . ."

finger points at dagruel, before making a small pinching motion with his hand. "you're far larger than me so you can handle far more," ferid adds. "how embarrassing for me if i can hardly handle a drink in such entertaining company."