[He makes no judgments based on the other Monster's size-- his own diminutive sister has always been able to drink him under the table, after all, a feat that takes some doing - and so when the clarification comes he only shrugs his broad, feathered shoulders. Smiles that bright, pointed smile.]
Oh, you're missing out then! But each to their own, I suppose. Heavy drinking isn't for everyone, though it ah, well it certainly helps with some things.
[Helps dull pain and feelings both, things he's required of late. Though all the myriad aches in him, the deep ugly feeling of bones shifting, feathers blooming, body changing-- they've settled and quieted down into something much softer, more muted, as he's made the full shift from human to Monster. Soon, no doubt, it'll be nothing more than a memory, this body his reality now.
Something he's still coming to terms with, albeit with tired resignation rather than the earlier abject horror.
Still, when the other Monster offers a hand there's a momentary delay, a small jolt, a kindling recognition of the name. There's a moment where he looks embarrassed, almost reticent--
--but then he rallies. They're in the same boat, it seems. How could Waver judge him for what he has become, when he's evidently been through some significant changes himself? He places both drinks down on the bar in front of his canine customer, before extending an ink-dark hand, black talons gleaming in the muted light. Wraps his fingers around Waver's extended hand with evident care.]
Julian Devorak. Ordinarily I might have been wounded to be so easily forgotten, but under the circumstances...
[And when he smiles this time, it's sheepish, a touch self-conscious.]
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Oh, you're missing out then! But each to their own, I suppose. Heavy drinking isn't for everyone, though it ah, well it certainly helps with some things.
[Helps dull pain and feelings both, things he's required of late. Though all the myriad aches in him, the deep ugly feeling of bones shifting, feathers blooming, body changing-- they've settled and quieted down into something much softer, more muted, as he's made the full shift from human to Monster. Soon, no doubt, it'll be nothing more than a memory, this body his reality now.
Something he's still coming to terms with, albeit with tired resignation rather than the earlier abject horror.
Still, when the other Monster offers a hand there's a momentary delay, a small jolt, a kindling recognition of the name. There's a moment where he looks embarrassed, almost reticent--
--but then he rallies. They're in the same boat, it seems. How could Waver judge him for what he has become, when he's evidently been through some significant changes himself? He places both drinks down on the bar in front of his canine customer, before extending an ink-dark hand, black talons gleaming in the muted light. Wraps his fingers around Waver's extended hand with evident care.]
Julian Devorak. Ordinarily I might have been wounded to be so easily forgotten, but under the circumstances...
[And when he smiles this time, it's sheepish, a touch self-conscious.]