[You know... Eithan could use a bro to get drunk with right now. Maybe not in the same, upset-as-hell-and-blowing-up-glasses kind of way as before, but still.
And well, at least the house stands out as his. It's kind of flattering, honestly, like he's got some sort of reputation around the Plane or something. (Maybe he does~) But of course York is welcome here. Whenever. And he's glad to see the Freelancer when he looks up from his sprawled-out position in one corner of a couch. He grins around the cigarette dangling from his lips, finishes lighting the thing with his own fire and sits up a bit straighter.]
Hey. Could be better, could be worse. You know. [He takes a short drag from his cigarette, lets the feel of the smoke pull another small smile out of him before he continues.] Been a while. How've you been?
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And well, at least the house stands out as his. It's kind of flattering, honestly, like he's got some sort of reputation around the Plane or something. (Maybe he does~) But of course York is welcome here. Whenever. And he's glad to see the Freelancer when he looks up from his sprawled-out position in one corner of a couch. He grins around the cigarette dangling from his lips, finishes lighting the thing with his own fire and sits up a bit straighter.]
Hey. Could be better, could be worse. You know. [He takes a short drag from his cigarette, lets the feel of the smoke pull another small smile out of him before he continues.] Been a while. How've you been?