His silvery powder he'll shake;

Date: 2008-09-24 08:39 pm (UTC)
Frost shrugged off the Balar guard, it was all cool then as he squinted back to Darc, not if the intimidated look bother Jack as much, that he was use too.

Frost shook his head, "I don't know why it just does." Which was rather a half truth. Usual Jack creates it, other times it just seems to happen. "But believe me I wouldn't dream of causing any here." He smiled cutely, so long as he could help himself.

"Oh, good, good." That was perferred in a way, what he wanted to tell Darc was either done in an area with no one around or a loud rock concert place.

Frost followed his horned friend down the street, scrolling and up the stairs. He wasn't much for tavens. Least not actually drinking. He learned that on GunSmoke.

The elf let Darc chose the spot, he could had cared less but windows where always nice to sit by. Pulling out his Magical Bag of DoOm, took out two cocoa chinos in mugs, so they'd stay warm and thus the bag disappeared back into his back pocket till later and found his seat..

"Now, what where we talking about again?" As he lifted the mug with his icy hands, trying to recall what he had mentioned on DDD. His head turning towards the window... Strange how it was. Looking out the window rather then in.

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