[Day 2, EN] Light Up the Night

[Xal Kimlya]

"It's an unfortunate side effect." he sighed. "It is brief though, like the burst of strength."

[Tyr]

He narrowed his eyes, then snatched the vial out of Xal's hand with a soft growl, "can't be any worse than massassi blood wine."

[Xal Kimlya]

"You've had massassi bloodwine?" he asked.

[Tyr]

"Not yet," he produced a small bottle, "but the massassi like to brag about what it's good for." He held both vials in one hand, and they clinked together in a satisfying way, "what do I owe you?"

[Xal Kimlya]

"An evaluation of its effects." he answered. "I've enjoyed tonight."

[Tyr]

Tyr put the potions away. He was quiet for a while before awkwardly replying, "I have too," the very tip of his tail twitched uncertainly.

[Xal Kimlya]

"It means a lot to me that you came here." he added. "I'm not sure that there are any others who would respond to my babbling message in that way."

[Tyr]

"You weren't answering your com," Tyr grunted, "and with the Eagle attacks today," he trailed off, looking away.

[Xal Kimlya]

"I really appreciate it."

[Tyr]

Tyr sat in silence for a while, drumming his claws on the arm of the couch. Looking to change the subject, he glanced about, "so, you banging that 'bot?"

[Xal Kimlya]

"What?" He was clearly confused.

[Tyr]

"That droid of yours," Tyr clarified, "it assists you with more than your lab work, right? You into those," he gestured with his paws, "curvy shapes?"

[Xal Kimlya]

"It barely assists me with the lab work." he shook his head. "GR8-1 customized its own body. It wanted to stand out. Its appearance has nothing to do with me and I have no attraction to metal."

"If you must know, I'm fairly flexible in my tastes." he added. "But, not that flexible."

[Tyr]

That caught Tyr’s attention, the shistavanen immediately dismissing the information about the droid as uninteresting. He quirked a brow, a ridge of black fur arching, golden eyes intense. “Is that so, Bright Eyes?”

[Xal Kimlya]

He shrugged. "The correct preference for me should be another arkanian. But, that's rather boring, to be honest. Variety is much more appealing."

[Tyr]

Tyr picked at his teeth with a claw, they reflected what little light there was, wet and shining, “variety is good,” he agreed.

[Xal Kimlya]

"What do you like, Tyr?" He was curious.

[Tyr]

Tyr blinked, "not that," he hitched a thumb over his shoulder in the direction he last saw GR8-1 go, "that's for sure." He was playing for time, his comment flippant.

[Xal Kimlya]

"Good to know." he nodded. "I had guessed that much."

[Tyr]

He scratched at an itch behind his ear, "it depends, different likes for different needs. If I just won a fight," Tyr was not accustomed to whatever he was feeling at that moment. He usually spoke his mind, without couching or apology, he never really cared if the listener was insulted or offended, but right now his words seemed to be sticking on his tongue. "After a fight," he started again, "I liked to celebrate by bending them over a barrel and making sure they knew they were beat." Half shrugging, "if I hadn't had to kill them in the pit, that is."