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Post by Amri Amatzya on Nov 26, 2011 22:58:58 GMT -8
Amri took him saying "Sleepy" that he was indeed ready to go to bed, which was nice seeing as Amri didn't know how long he could carry on with talking to a little kid. It was really quite exhausting, because his attention always had to be on him, and it was much easier only having to worry about his own skin, for he knew his own skin was thick and capable of defending itself. Now, assuming Tristan would go to bed quickly and quietly, he could relax, and more importantly, drink a lot and get completely wasted. Yes, that's what he wanted.
So he scooped Tristan off the stool and let the bartender lead him to a room in the back that was their's for the night. It was nothing fancy, just a bed, a pile of blankets, and roughly carved wooden table. He simply put Tristan down on the bed, and feeling there was nothing else to say, just said "Go to sleep," and blew out the candle in the room. Maybe he would be thee in the morning, maybe he wouldn't, it would really depend on how the drinking would affect him and how he felt about life in general in the morning.
He left and closed the door behind him, somewhat relieved that now Tristan was safe and not in his hair anymore. Amri really wasn't all that good with children, he had never found a reason to have it be something he was concerned about. Instead, he returned to the bar with a cheery look on his face and said "More booze!" There weren't very many people in here, which was great, though he supposed it was less entertaining. Nonetheless, he would probably come back here if he ever came to Britain again.
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