[Said with a raised brow. Because they sure as hell do. Makes you wonder why alcohol is legal at all. Sure it won't be for a bit, but it turns out we find out during that period that you can't just take something like from the public, it'll raise crime rates. They'll get it anyway, that and it'll sap money from the economy. So dangerous? Seems like that's not really why people get shit taken away, not really.]
[But yeah, kids do tend to be stupid on a wider level with it. Doesn't seem to stop Amoi from letting them drink though.]
You'll get fat, really? Ya dill! How do ya get fat when we're movin' around all the time, yer favorite things to hitch and bog down?
[Said with a lower of his head and a whinny and huff, laughing at the idea of it. Valkyrie was a very healthy horse, treated that way and in habit. He's not the sort to eat himself huge and takes a lot of enjoyment in moving around. You can tell by how often he moves and how easily, he's very similar to his rider in that respect.]
[Despite the comment about the dates, Gyro doesn't really seem that distraught or bitter about it. It was a normal sort of life, to struggle a bit, wasn't it? A cowboy life, even if he was in no way an actual cowboy. But he wasn't the sort to whine or dwell on his problems, he just did what he had to do to get over them. He sure wishes opening his clinic had made it easier to take less help though... it did a little, but not as much as he'd like. It would if he upped his prices, but what's the point when he wants to keep his clinic more accessible to the Mongrel populace?]
[He takes a drink of his flask, turning the kettle a bit and whipping his hand slightly to get the heat off his palm.]
Mnh well- yeah, depending on where I am, he's in there with me. Most places don't stop him at the door, they don;t know what to even do about a horse and most of the time they think I some how got ahold of a digital version. [Makes them assume he's a pet then though, a lot of the time, and then it fucks him over ugh.]
Still do now, he used to only live in my apartment too, I got a bigger one when I showed up, first floor. But now... a friend of mine got me set up with a small stable at my place here in Diedo. [A pause, sighing out of his nose before he looks down to the fire, busying himself a little by stoking it.]
Big help, stable's a lot better on his hooves. [So he... took it, grinned and dealt with the help. But this place has shown him through constant pressures to be a little more accepting of things like help. Friends often... did that sort of thing anyway, he learned that too. Though he only ever took help when it was associated with Valkyrie or that clinic of his. Otherwise? Nope.]
Nyeh- huuu, you got grey hairs?? Then you have more than me! You're a god's son, right? Maybe you're a liiiar too and you're really like eighty in my own world's years.
[Moving to ruffle his hair again but he stops short this time, psyche-ing him out and hissing a laugh through his teeth.]
You think so? Well I like the taste sometimes, and if I don't like it, I like the feeling afterwards. Being drunk can make things a whoooole lot better. [A shrug.]
Not all the time though. [He's not some alcoholic after all.]
Besides, a little red wine's good for the heart, didn't you know?
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[Said with a raised brow. Because they sure as hell do. Makes you wonder why alcohol is legal at all. Sure it won't be for a bit, but it turns out we find out during that period that you can't just take something like from the public, it'll raise crime rates. They'll get it anyway, that and it'll sap money from the economy. So dangerous? Seems like that's not really why people get shit taken away, not really.]
[But yeah, kids do tend to be stupid on a wider level with it. Doesn't seem to stop Amoi from letting them drink though.]
You'll get fat, really? Ya dill! How do ya get fat when we're movin' around all the time, yer favorite things to hitch and bog down?
[Said with a lower of his head and a whinny and huff, laughing at the idea of it. Valkyrie was a very healthy horse, treated that way and in habit. He's not the sort to eat himself huge and takes a lot of enjoyment in moving around. You can tell by how often he moves and how easily, he's very similar to his rider in that respect.]
[Despite the comment about the dates, Gyro doesn't really seem that distraught or bitter about it. It was a normal sort of life, to struggle a bit, wasn't it? A cowboy life, even if he was in no way an actual cowboy. But he wasn't the sort to whine or dwell on his problems, he just did what he had to do to get over them. He sure wishes opening his clinic had made it easier to take less help though... it did a little, but not as much as he'd like. It would if he upped his prices, but what's the point when he wants to keep his clinic more accessible to the Mongrel populace?]
[He takes a drink of his flask, turning the kettle a bit and whipping his hand slightly to get the heat off his palm.]
Mnh well- yeah, depending on where I am, he's in there with me. Most places don't stop him at the door, they don;t know what to even do about a horse and most of the time they think I some how got ahold of a digital version. [Makes them assume he's a pet then though, a lot of the time, and then it fucks him over ugh.]
Still do now, he used to only live in my apartment too, I got a bigger one when I showed up, first floor. But now... a friend of mine got me set up with a small stable at my place here in Diedo. [A pause, sighing out of his nose before he looks down to the fire, busying himself a little by stoking it.]
Big help, stable's a lot better on his hooves. [So he... took it, grinned and dealt with the help. But this place has shown him through constant pressures to be a little more accepting of things like help. Friends often... did that sort of thing anyway, he learned that too. Though he only ever took help when it was associated with Valkyrie or that clinic of his. Otherwise? Nope.]
Nyeh- huuu, you got grey hairs?? Then you have more than me! You're a god's son, right? Maybe you're a liiiar too and you're really like eighty in my own world's years.
[Moving to ruffle his hair again but he stops short this time, psyche-ing him out and hissing a laugh through his teeth.]
You think so? Well I like the taste sometimes, and if I don't like it, I like the feeling afterwards. Being drunk can make things a whoooole lot better. [A shrug.]
Not all the time though. [He's not some alcoholic after all.]
Besides, a little red wine's good for the heart, didn't you know?