[They're both gonna be really buzzed, aren't they? Granted, usually Bruno goes out and gets himself absolutely plastered, but tonight he's just not in the mood for it. He's not sure what he's in the mood for, but a lot of drink just doesn't seem to be what'll fit.
He can't help looking at Otto over the rim of his glass. A little part of him is always a bit jealous at other folks who aren't becoming Shades, who get to at least keep their body, no matter what it actually turns into. A sudden keen longing hits him and, again, he has no idea what it is.
It informs his every movement, though, making everything languid and warm, and he gives a sigh that sounds more like a low hum, his fingers toying slowly with the glass. His smile hasn't left, though.]
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He can't help looking at Otto over the rim of his glass. A little part of him is always a bit jealous at other folks who aren't becoming Shades, who get to at least keep their body, no matter what it actually turns into. A sudden keen longing hits him and, again, he has no idea what it is.
It informs his every movement, though, making everything languid and warm, and he gives a sigh that sounds more like a low hum, his fingers toying slowly with the glass. His smile hasn't left, though.]
Yeah... can't take things too seriously, y'know?