[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
no subject
[ Anubis snorts a laugh. Why invent a completely new, completely vague word like "honeymoon" for that? Are there not euphemisms enough.
Regardless - with an abrupt swish of those prizeworthy starched brocades, Anubis is already pacing the suite to inspect the amenities on offer in exchange for their erstwhile compliance. Indeed, even as Seiji speaks, the Masho is busily surveying their riches.
There are doorways to unseen rooms, more chairs and lights and tables and cushions than he's ever seen in his life... and sizeable glass bottles waiting invitingly beside crystal-cut glasses, resting in a bucket of melting ice. A bucket full of ice!
There must be a very prized drink of some kind in that silverleaf-topped bottle. Alcohol, Anubis hopes, reaching for a bottle immediately. He inspects the label and the seal and the cork in sequence, without a care in the world for the wet drips of cold water falling to the floor. ]
Korin. How is this opened?
[ He hasn't been listening. ]