[ he feels Silver's arrival before he sees it, much in the say that one is able to tell they're being stared at. after so many years of being made a spectacle and an attraction to those too afraid to approach him, he's able to pick up on such things easier than most. it gives him time enough to finish his prolonged sip and, with a sigh, he rests his hands and the cup in his lap and glances over, the foam dragon's head bobbing with the movement.
there's little in the way of furnishings out here save for the porch swing he's seated himself on, a couple pairs of shoes and a football. normal house stuff. ]
Silver. [ he greets, not even acknowledging that he'd forgotten to get his companion a drink. Malleus rises with a rustle of cheap fabric and the dragon's tail swinging behind him, casting a cursory look first over his shoulder and then turning fully to his friend. ] There's no need to apologize. Shall we --
[ but what he's going to say is lost, his words trailing off and brows furrowing in concern. ]
no subject
there's little in the way of furnishings out here save for the porch swing he's seated himself on, a couple pairs of shoes and a football. normal house stuff. ]
Silver. [ he greets, not even acknowledging that he'd forgotten to get his companion a drink. Malleus rises with a rustle of cheap fabric and the dragon's tail swinging behind him, casting a cursory look first over his shoulder and then turning fully to his friend. ] There's no need to apologize. Shall we --
[ but what he's going to say is lost, his words trailing off and brows furrowing in concern. ]
... are you well? You look feverish.