[ the last year had been something of a blur. between graduating law school, taking the bar, passing the bar, and the deaths of his parents within months of one another, tomassen felt he was entitled to a well-earned vacation.
it wasn't as if the deaths of his parents was a surprise, necessarily -- they had had tomassen when they were likely much too old to have one. an elder brother died in an accident far before tomassen was born, so tomassen was something of a surprise, he imagines. and his parents had been nothing but zealously overprotective and warm, which was both a blessing and a curse. tomassen didn't quite know what to do with his newfound freedom, now.
at any rate, between the chaos of suddenly managing a massive estate, becoming an attorney, and having to bury both of his parents within three months, he felt he was entitled to a break. a gap year, if you would. and with his father's firm in safe-keeping, well-managed and an oiled machine until his return, tomassen elected to travel.
first, he had gone to ravka. a delightful change from dreary ketterdam, with bright houses and rich cultural history. he thinks he had far more fun being drawn into a suli performance for the evening than he did amongst the impressive museums of the capital, but it was still a trip well worth having. from ravka he traveled to novyi zem, enjoying the beaches and the rich food. and finally, the last leg of his trip landed himself in the distant land of shu, where he had elected to explore the city and wind up where he wound up.
which is why is he in the electric bao. something of a dive bar, as he finishes his drink, where actual people his own age came to enjoy themselves. he thinks his mother would die of disapproval if she knew he was wandering about the seedier parts of the shu capital without any real plan, and tomassen smiles to himself before nudging his drink away, only to be served another by the friendly bartender.
he blinks, brow furrowing in confusion -- had he ordered another? but the mysterious benefactor of said drink is soon made obvious -- a beautiful woman just down the bar that he had been watching (not in a creepy way, he convinces himself) dance earlier. she had long legs and a brilliant smile, the cut of her skirt tantalizing, and he hadn't worked up the nerve to ask her if he could buy her a drink. overthinking everything, his modus operandi, had gotten in the way. but it seems she had beat him to the punch of introducing herself.
he considers that before picking up his drink and stepping away from the bar, moving down a few spaces to slide in next to her, leaning forward so she could hear over the music: ]
Thank you for the drink.
[ it's said in relatively decent shu, but there's a pause before tomassen laughs, resting his hip against the bar with something of a sheepish grin before switching to Kerch. ]
I'm afraid that's the extent of my Shu, so I hope to the gods you speak Kerch, else this will be a very short-lived endeavor.
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Date: 2024-08-20 03:46 pm (UTC)it wasn't as if the deaths of his parents was a surprise, necessarily -- they had had tomassen when they were likely much too old to have one. an elder brother died in an accident far before tomassen was born, so tomassen was something of a surprise, he imagines. and his parents had been nothing but zealously overprotective and warm, which was both a blessing and a curse. tomassen didn't quite know what to do with his newfound freedom, now.
at any rate, between the chaos of suddenly managing a massive estate, becoming an attorney, and having to bury both of his parents within three months, he felt he was entitled to a break. a gap year, if you would. and with his father's firm in safe-keeping, well-managed and an oiled machine until his return, tomassen elected to travel.
first, he had gone to ravka. a delightful change from dreary ketterdam, with bright houses and rich cultural history. he thinks he had far more fun being drawn into a suli performance for the evening than he did amongst the impressive museums of the capital, but it was still a trip well worth having. from ravka he traveled to novyi zem, enjoying the beaches and the rich food. and finally, the last leg of his trip landed himself in the distant land of shu, where he had elected to explore the city and wind up where he wound up.
which is why is he in the electric bao. something of a dive bar, as he finishes his drink, where actual people his own age came to enjoy themselves. he thinks his mother would die of disapproval if she knew he was wandering about the seedier parts of the shu capital without any real plan, and tomassen smiles to himself before nudging his drink away, only to be served another by the friendly bartender.
he blinks, brow furrowing in confusion -- had he ordered another? but the mysterious benefactor of said drink is soon made obvious -- a beautiful woman just down the bar that he had been watching (not in a creepy way, he convinces himself) dance earlier. she had long legs and a brilliant smile, the cut of her skirt tantalizing, and he hadn't worked up the nerve to ask her if he could buy her a drink. overthinking everything, his modus operandi, had gotten in the way. but it seems she had beat him to the punch of introducing herself.
he considers that before picking up his drink and stepping away from the bar, moving down a few spaces to slide in next to her, leaning forward so she could hear over the music: ]
Thank you for the drink.
[ it's said in relatively decent shu, but there's a pause before tomassen laughs, resting his hip against the bar with something of a sheepish grin before switching to Kerch. ]
I'm afraid that's the extent of my Shu, so I hope to the gods you speak Kerch, else this will be a very short-lived endeavor.