( Okay, well it's not like he didn't already do all of his shopping -- sort of! Emil got 80% of it done a day or so ago, but he's still looking for last minute small things. It also makes him feel better and fully grounded in the holiday, not just a casual observer in this foreign place that celebrates foreign lesbians in a way he doesn't fully understand.
While Emil isn't usually one to put weight into the opinion of others when it comes to taste, it's also hard to branch out ICly if he's just shopping and minding his own business, sooooooo: )
Can I ask you something? ( This may be how you feel about a certain item or just an opinion in general; spin the wheel. )
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( Once the distraction of buying gifts wears off, Emil still feels a clunky pit of negativity residing in the bottom of his stomach. For as unsavory as he once thought alcohol was, his last experience with it wasn't at all unpleasant, although a little foggy in places. The trick is drinking just enough to not really care about how disgusting it tastes.
Since Shehui is essentially just giving the stuff out on Sunsu...well, he can't help but indulge a little. He got handed one of the red bottles but quickly found a garbage can to toss that into -- it was a little too much like that fermented shrine booze, and he's in a paradise city. There has to be something better! He's settled for the almond-tasting, clear liquid that's being handed out in clear bottles. It also won't stain his clothes at all if another bustling street person runs into him; that mistake was almost made with that red mess.
It's easier to rest his feet and sit down away from the noisy crowds for a moment. Usually Emil doesn't mind the fuss, but sipping on one of these alone sounds good -- for now. )
d; closed to cr
( Being alone and inebriated doesn't last very long. While Emil isn't exactly a quiet introvert, being buzzed makes him feel slightly more unfiltered and uninhibited than usual. There's no hidden attempt to try and look good or be impressive, he's just goofy and inquisitive and won't shut up.
It's perhaps an easier pill to swallow if you know him -- and look! He found a friend (you) wandering out in the festival with him! The difference is noticeable, as Emil gushes about anything he finds interesting. )
What are they doing? ( He's asking this about a crowd of people gathered around a rectangular, enclosed space on the street; he doesn't recognize this as a photo booth. ) What is that? Something fun?
( let's do a fun thing, friend!!! )
h/potentially i;
( After a few hours with no alcohol intake and a sharp need to get out of the house, Emil isn't much for walking and dealing with pushing through the crowds at this point. There are so many parks and open areas in Shehui, it's easy enough to find a park to lay down in -- and he doesn't look like some homeless bum when he does it because everyone is doing it! Bonus points.
Of course he'll get up and make his way home once it sounds like the place is exploding, but he also wouldn't say no to company in the meantime. )
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( Okay, well it's not like he didn't already do all of his shopping -- sort of! Emil got 80% of it done a day or so ago, but he's still looking for last minute small things. It also makes him feel better and fully grounded in the holiday, not just a casual observer in this foreign place that celebrates foreign lesbians in a way he doesn't fully understand.
While Emil isn't usually one to put weight into the opinion of others when it comes to taste, it's also hard to branch out ICly if he's just shopping and minding his own business, sooooooo: )
Can I ask you something? ( This may be how you feel about a certain item or just an opinion in general; spin the wheel. )
e
( Once the distraction of buying gifts wears off, Emil still feels a clunky pit of negativity residing in the bottom of his stomach. For as unsavory as he once thought alcohol was, his last experience with it wasn't at all unpleasant, although a little foggy in places. The trick is drinking just enough to not really care about how disgusting it tastes.
Since Shehui is essentially just giving the stuff out on Sunsu...well, he can't help but indulge a little. He got handed one of the red bottles but quickly found a garbage can to toss that into -- it was a little too much like that fermented shrine booze, and he's in a paradise city. There has to be something better! He's settled for the almond-tasting, clear liquid that's being handed out in clear bottles. It also won't stain his clothes at all if another bustling street person runs into him; that mistake was almost made with that red mess.
It's easier to rest his feet and sit down away from the noisy crowds for a moment. Usually Emil doesn't mind the fuss, but sipping on one of these alone sounds good -- for now. )
d; closed to cr
( Being alone and inebriated doesn't last very long. While Emil isn't exactly a quiet introvert, being buzzed makes him feel slightly more unfiltered and uninhibited than usual. There's no hidden attempt to try and look good or be impressive, he's just goofy and inquisitive and won't shut up.
It's perhaps an easier pill to swallow if you know him -- and look! He found a friend (you) wandering out in the festival with him! The difference is noticeable, as Emil gushes about anything he finds interesting. )
What are they doing? ( He's asking this about a crowd of people gathered around a rectangular, enclosed space on the street; he doesn't recognize this as a photo booth. ) What is that? Something fun?
( let's do a fun thing, friend!!! )
h/potentially i;
( After a few hours with no alcohol intake and a sharp need to get out of the house, Emil isn't much for walking and dealing with pushing through the crowds at this point. There are so many parks and open areas in Shehui, it's easy enough to find a park to lay down in -- and he doesn't look like some homeless bum when he does it because everyone is doing it! Bonus points.
Of course he'll get up and make his way home once it sounds like the place is exploding, but he also wouldn't say no to company in the meantime. )