Mm. [ It's a vaguely thoughtful sound, and also one that suggests he has little to contribute when it comes to growing up. He studies the people left milling about. He supposes most of them would have similar memories. Perhaps if he digs far enough, he might draw up something of the sort, too. Something warmer that once existed for a brief period in his early childhood. But he doesn't really care to, so he moves on.
Especially when she's offering. That. He raises an eyebrow. He can smell what's in it. Or the several things that are in it. It still doesn't tell him exactly what it is, though frankly much of what's available at this party—he recognizes a handful only.
His expression is both skeptical and curious. (She sounds entirely too pleased with herself.) ] And where am I going?
no subject
Especially when she's offering. That. He raises an eyebrow. He can smell what's in it. Or the several things that are in it. It still doesn't tell him exactly what it is, though frankly much of what's available at this party—he recognizes a handful only.
His expression is both skeptical and curious. (She sounds entirely too pleased with herself.) ] And where am I going?