"Fuck you," he replies huffily.
He likes to see someone raise hell before he ever lets them call him a good boy. They've gotta earn it; almost always with blood.
@DarkenedDreams It's a strange feeling as the potion takes effect; the shifting of bone and the mending of flesh.
"Mmm, something like that. Or perhaps I was just enjoying the lovely weather. Who knows?"
A quick roll and they're on their feet, back leaning oh-so-casually against the balcony.
He emerges onto the balcony after the departure of his latest client, deep red scratch marks visible against the tanned skin of his bare arms and back. He stretches, arms above his head, enjoying the fresh breeze against his skin as he uses the wind to air out his room a little.
i was raised by a cat and a dog. i was taught to love closeness and distance in equal measure. i am quick to trust and quick to forgive and quick to anger and quick to run.
@DarkenedDreams "My ass certainly noticed it," they grumble.
Creeping forward, they snatch up the potion and swiftly return to their wary crouch. It looks normal. They uncork it and give it a sniff before reluctantly taking sip.
"Feels like I've been trampled by an ox."
@DarkenedDreams The tiefling thinks about making a break for it, but by the time he comes to a decision it's too late. The stranger returns.
"Why was YOUR roof under MY body?" He shoots back, crossing his arms over his chest. 》
@DarkenedDreams He holds up a hand, two of the fingers already swelling. One appears just a bit crooked.
It hurts like the hells, but he knows from experience that it's nothing a decent potion can't cure. Still, he fake mourns with exceptional drama;
"My days of playing the flute are over."
@DarkenedDreams He turns his head enough to glare pathetically, blowing a raspberry at him. After laying there for a few more moments, he slowly manages to drag himself into an upright position.
Sitting a safe distance away, tail lashing and body coiled like a skittish cat ready to bolt.
@DarkenedDreams "I'm dying," he groans, facedown. One arm twitches, then the other. Followed by his legs. All the bits and pieces still working.
But he's too embarrassed to even think about getting up.