[Baptiste's eyes drag over the surroundings of this little saloon theme. It was one of the first things here truly reminiscent of home. His troupe had put on "Western" themed shows for their first month of debut at the World's Fair Showcase, after all.
The familiarity tugs at his heart. He has to get home- He would get home.
He just has to get to the bottom of all of this.]
[When Concord walks up to the bar and stands at it, Baptiste saunters up beside him. While he'd realized this was a tall man, it didn't fully fold into perspective until the man stood at the bar. Baptiste stands next to him, looking at him with curiosity.
He was about Ada's size... But Ada had been that tall for unnatural reasons. Was this man the same? He wasn't about to ask this time around. Not after being thrown in the garbage by seagull faced people or bitten by a fully bipedal werecat. He'd get his answers - but for now...
For now, he should relax. So he hops up into a stool, only to find with amusement that he still doesn't measure up to the man next to him. He hums, trying to take in more details about the other's appearance as he orders their drinks. An incredibly muscular man. A guard? A soldier? A dockworker? He's an older gentleman, yet clearly still confident in his body given the way he had been prepared to strip earlier.
Baptiste's lips twitch as he tries to puzzle out his first, silent impressions of this man. A habit he'd long built up while tracking quarries for a hunt - he can't help himself. Which means he quickly recognizes the rather familiar looking vouchers Concord is using to pay.]
Oh, oh! Hey. I can get mine- [Baptiste is already rummaging into his pocket for his own voucher. Once he finds the final voucher he has left, he stares at it before putting it on the bar and sliding it toward the other man.] You don't have to spend yours on me. We only get so few, right?
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The familiarity tugs at his heart. He has to get home- He would get home.
He just has to get to the bottom of all of this.]
[When Concord walks up to the bar and stands at it, Baptiste saunters up beside him. While he'd realized this was a tall man, it didn't fully fold into perspective until the man stood at the bar. Baptiste stands next to him, looking at him with curiosity.
He was about Ada's size... But Ada had been that tall for unnatural reasons. Was this man the same? He wasn't about to ask this time around. Not after being thrown in the garbage by seagull faced people or bitten by a fully bipedal werecat. He'd get his answers - but for now...
For now, he should relax. So he hops up into a stool, only to find with amusement that he still doesn't measure up to the man next to him. He hums, trying to take in more details about the other's appearance as he orders their drinks. An incredibly muscular man. A guard? A soldier? A dockworker? He's an older gentleman, yet clearly still confident in his body given the way he had been prepared to strip earlier.
Baptiste's lips twitch as he tries to puzzle out his first, silent impressions of this man. A habit he'd long built up while tracking quarries for a hunt - he can't help himself. Which means he quickly recognizes the rather familiar looking vouchers Concord is using to pay.]
Oh, oh! Hey. I can get mine- [Baptiste is already rummaging into his pocket for his own voucher. Once he finds the final voucher he has left, he stares at it before putting it on the bar and sliding it toward the other man.] You don't have to spend yours on me. We only get so few, right?