he chuckles a bit reading this, as his eyes gaze upon the wording, earlier then usual, proven by perhaps the smell of a rare thing with him, coffee, though that all to different smell of whiskey lingering in the cups froth, oozing out around him and upon the parchment, a hazzelnut vanilla with a touch of whiskey
My folk I know are to damn picky and insist on knowin' every damn detail of my life, its rather enjoyable watchin' 'em throw things at my feet, free drinks, tryin' to drive it out of me, hehehe, hmm, your thoughts always carryin' in my heart, gods know now I'm bein' soft though I am aswell as mine with you, hmm, lots of plannin' you say, I still don't know what it could be for, but I'm game. You tell me what I need to get, perhaps a list of things, and when we meet again, We'll figure out whats left to get, aye?
My folk I know are to damn picky and insist on knowin' every damn detail of my life, its rather enjoyable watchin' 'em throw things at my feet, free drinks, tryin' to drive it out of me, hehehe, hmm, your thoughts always carryin' in my heart, gods know now I'm bein' soft though I am aswell as mine with you, hmm, lots of plannin' you say, I still don't know what it could be for, but I'm game. You tell me what I need to get, perhaps a list of things, and when we meet again, We'll figure out whats left to get, aye?