[He would believe it too! For surely, the sight of Himeka, with (quite pretty, if he were to be asked) scales and horns and of course, such a gigantic tail- all which seem to display multiple colours depending on how the light strikes them- evokes some kind of wonder as to purpose.
Yet it is a missed opportunity (for now.) Instead, his mind is ticking along steadily, trying to deduce what the aim of the game even is. Drinking? Well, that's quite apparent. But is it a matter of speed or endurance? Or even both?
Questions, questions. At least the barkeep seems to have been taken in by his ever-so-slight self-depreciation regarding suitability. And in his experience, ensuring he is underestimated in all things is half the battle. Himeka though? He's unsure. The way she purses her lips is unreadable.
Still.
He moves to sit where offered, and... oh, he's worried. More worried when people seem to come from all corners of the bar to view the challenge to the reigning champion! ...To his credit though, he sits. And he raises his empty mug to tap it, lightly, to Himeka's.]
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Yet it is a missed opportunity (for now.) Instead, his mind is ticking along steadily, trying to deduce what the aim of the game even is. Drinking? Well, that's quite apparent. But is it a matter of speed or endurance? Or even both?
Questions, questions. At least the barkeep seems to have been taken in by his ever-so-slight self-depreciation regarding suitability. And in his experience, ensuring he is underestimated in all things is half the battle. Himeka though? He's unsure. The way she purses her lips is unreadable.
Still.
He moves to sit where offered, and... oh, he's worried. More worried when people seem to come from all corners of the bar to view the challenge to the reigning champion! ...To his credit though, he sits. And he raises his empty mug to tap it, lightly, to Himeka's.]
Do be gentle with me.