[Rosso has stupid high limits already due to drinking contests with Ventus back in the day. Fun facts: Ventus can drink anyone under the table, but damn if Rosso's competitive ass didn't try to win anyway. (He never did.)
This wine — light and fruity as it is — is not enough to get him shitfaced after only a glass or two. Luckily, he brought like... all the wine, and if they want to get white girl wasted on wine they can do so, that's what it's there for. That being said, he takes his glass and follows suit, not so much chugging as it is fast-sipping. He doesn't have a giant manticore mouth to gulp things down with. Adrian is obviously cheating.]
Not gonna be. Got distracted kissing your stupid face is all.
[Annnnd here he goes, stretching again while trying to maintain his spot on Adrian's lap to grab the bottle and refill their glasses. Smart, sensible werewolves bring the whole-ass bottle out onto the porch with them, you see.]
[It's true, it's going to take some considerable effort for them to get white girl wasted on this wine, but like...it sounds considerably more enjoyable to just drink something that tastes nice than down gasoline just so they'll get drunk. At least, Adrian is definitely in that kind of mood, anyway. Sometimes you do need a bit of gasoline, but not today.
He can't help it: he chuckles at the way Rosso streeeetches to grab the bottl without having to get up, as if Adrian planned on going anywhere. Once he's got it though and has topped them both up, he'll take it upon himself to pull that sherpa blanket back around the both of them. It had, uh. Slipped a bit, while they were making out.
Adrian sighs as he looks up at the sky, still just barely able to see a few stars peeking down at them through the clouds. Despite the brief break in cloud cover, it hasn't stopped the snow...which has started to steadily fall again.]
Guess a place like this prolly don't do fireworks, huh?
[Fireworks are, uh. Only used on the Harmony Festival back home, and that's only once every three years. That usually happens in autumn, so Rosso's having a hard time imagining fireworks in the middle of winter. Like.
Why.
He takes a long sip from his glass and re-positions so that he's yet again Between Adrian's thighs and not straddling one, with Rosso's back against the manticore's chest. It's warm under this blanket, and Adrian may as well be a very large space heater. It's awesome.]
What? Elrianode don't do fireworks for New Year's? Even Perovskia does that.
[Adrian looks up at the sky in front of them, as if expecting Bavan to operate on some sort of poetic timing to make some fireworks happen right then and there. They don't, of course, but wouldn't it be cool if they did?
He leans back a little, his weight on one hand while the other holds his glass, unceremoniously plopping his muzzle atop Rosso's head now that he's curled up in his lap between his legs now.]
I used to watch 'em from the woods. Helped me keep track of what day it was. Can't see 'em from the desert anymore.
We do fireworks for the Harmony Festival, but not really for any other holiday. Maybe some small towns might use them for other occasions, but nationally-speaking, that's the only time. If I'm remembering Tiny's [Gaia's] explanations right, way far north of Elrianode in the Xin Empire, they release lanterns and shit into the skies for some holiday.
[Rosso's never gone that far north, so... who knows if that's true. Not that Gaia is ever inclined to lie, but still.]
It sounds kind of like Tanabata. Dunno if it's exactly the same thing. [Then, after a small pause and one of his exaggerated sighs,] I guess something like fireworks would be a nice way to round out the evening.
[haha stupid tsundere can't admit that he enjoys the glittery sky bombs]
I don't know nothin' bout Tanabata other than what they had here, so don't ask me.
[It is similar, even though there are some very clear differences as well. It sounds like fireworks being set off for festivals and holidays in general is a universal thing, at least...Adrian was starting to wonder if he was going to just sound weird for suggesting it.
Adrian shifts his weight a little, tugging Rosso just a little bit closer to him. It's warm...he's warm.]
Maybe they'll do 'em here someday. I'm sure at least somebody else has heard of it.
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This wine — light and fruity as it is — is not enough to get him shitfaced after only a glass or two. Luckily, he brought like... all the wine, and if they want to get white girl wasted on wine they can do so, that's what it's there for. That being said, he takes his glass and follows suit, not so much chugging as it is fast-sipping. He doesn't have a giant manticore mouth to gulp things down with. Adrian is obviously cheating.]
Not gonna be. Got distracted kissing your stupid face is all.
[Annnnd here he goes, stretching again while trying to maintain his spot on Adrian's lap to grab the bottle and refill their glasses. Smart, sensible werewolves bring the whole-ass bottle out onto the porch with them, you see.]
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He can't help it: he chuckles at the way Rosso streeeetches to grab the bottl without having to get up, as if Adrian planned on going anywhere. Once he's got it though and has topped them both up, he'll take it upon himself to pull that sherpa blanket back around the both of them. It had, uh. Slipped a bit, while they were making out.
Adrian sighs as he looks up at the sky, still just barely able to see a few stars peeking down at them through the clouds. Despite the brief break in cloud cover, it hasn't stopped the snow...which has started to steadily fall again.]
Guess a place like this prolly don't do fireworks, huh?
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[Fireworks are, uh. Only used on the Harmony Festival back home, and that's only once every three years. That usually happens in autumn, so Rosso's having a hard time imagining fireworks in the middle of winter. Like.
Why.
He takes a long sip from his glass and re-positions so that he's yet again Between Adrian's thighs and not straddling one, with Rosso's back against the manticore's chest. It's warm under this blanket, and Adrian may as well be a very large space heater. It's awesome.]
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[Adrian looks up at the sky in front of them, as if expecting Bavan to operate on some sort of poetic timing to make some fireworks happen right then and there. They don't, of course, but wouldn't it be cool if they did?
He leans back a little, his weight on one hand while the other holds his glass, unceremoniously plopping his muzzle atop Rosso's head now that he's curled up in his lap between his legs now.]
I used to watch 'em from the woods. Helped me keep track of what day it was. Can't see 'em from the desert anymore.
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[Rosso's never gone that far north, so... who knows if that's true. Not that Gaia is ever inclined to lie, but still.]
It sounds kind of like Tanabata. Dunno if it's exactly the same thing. [Then, after a small pause and one of his exaggerated sighs,] I guess something like fireworks would be a nice way to round out the evening.
[haha stupid tsundere can't admit that he enjoys the glittery sky bombs]
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[It is similar, even though there are some very clear differences as well. It sounds like fireworks being set off for festivals and holidays in general is a universal thing, at least...Adrian was starting to wonder if he was going to just sound weird for suggesting it.
Adrian shifts his weight a little, tugging Rosso just a little bit closer to him. It's warm...he's warm.]
Maybe they'll do 'em here someday. I'm sure at least somebody else has heard of it.