[ He freezes as the door opens, caught in the annoying process of fastening a somewhat clean shirt below his wings. ]
Oh. Right. Yeah, it's not.
[ Well that's his error. In his defence, it's really easy to lose track of time when you're trying not to get lost in thoughts, don't have a singular clock in your room and have no source of natural light. Maybe he should have thought this through just a little better; come to think of it he's fairly certain his wings might also hinder his own navigation of the bar he'd had in mind.
The scarf gives him pause, he can't tell if it's related to the weather (all that fur must help, no?) or if it's solely for appearances, either he makes a note to make himself look vaguely presentable in kind; which mostly means he's holding up a hand to gesture that he'll be right back before shuffling into his bathroom to actually bother with putting makeup on and fixing his hair. There's not a lot he can do about the cold now that most of his clothes are next to unwearable. From inside he calls out to Bucciarati. ]
I'm sure there are other bars, though.
[ Ones that are more accessible to monsters, perhaps. Or if that doesn't work out, there's probably plenty of places they can buy alcohol to drink elsewhere, he can't imagine anyone having the nerve to tell them to move somewhere else when one of them is a giant bear. (Granted, he thinks Bucciarati is probably polite enough to do so anyway.) ]
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Oh. Right. Yeah, it's not.
[ Well that's his error. In his defence, it's really easy to lose track of time when you're trying not to get lost in thoughts, don't have a singular clock in your room and have no source of natural light. Maybe he should have thought this through just a little better; come to think of it he's fairly certain his wings might also hinder his own navigation of the bar he'd had in mind.
The scarf gives him pause, he can't tell if it's related to the weather (all that fur must help, no?) or if it's solely for appearances, either he makes a note to make himself look vaguely presentable in kind; which mostly means he's holding up a hand to gesture that he'll be right back before shuffling into his bathroom to actually bother with putting makeup on and fixing his hair. There's not a lot he can do about the cold now that most of his clothes are next to unwearable. From inside he calls out to Bucciarati. ]
I'm sure there are other bars, though.
[ Ones that are more accessible to monsters, perhaps. Or if that doesn't work out, there's probably plenty of places they can buy alcohol to drink elsewhere, he can't imagine anyone having the nerve to tell them to move somewhere else when one of them is a giant bear. (Granted, he thinks Bucciarati is probably polite enough to do so anyway.) ]