He doesn't have thumbs, [Blue grumps back, muffled into the table. Eevee, for his part, preens a little. He thinks he's allowed that!]
[And, you know, when it comes to Blue and the arts... maybe a little bit of both.]
[Luckily, the bar is stocked with plenty of non-alcohol: teas, coffee, and juices and sodas for mixing; Blue tended to make trips to Wall Market to restock when he needed to, and even pressed some of the juices himself from the berries he had. He was fairly self-sufficient... when he wasn't in a sorry state like this.]
[Eevee hops off the table momentarily and pads towards Venti instead, hopping instead on the bar counter as he pokes around.] Eevuuii?
Are you really going to bother...? [He doesn't expect Venti to understand him; he's used to communicating with humans in intent alone.]
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[And, you know, when it comes to Blue and the arts... maybe a little bit of both.]
[Luckily, the bar is stocked with plenty of non-alcohol: teas, coffee, and juices and sodas for mixing; Blue tended to make trips to Wall Market to restock when he needed to, and even pressed some of the juices himself from the berries he had. He was fairly self-sufficient... when he wasn't in a sorry state like this.]
[Eevee hops off the table momentarily and pads towards Venti instead, hopping instead on the bar counter as he pokes around.] Eevuuii?
Are you really going to bother...? [He doesn't expect Venti to understand him; he's used to communicating with humans in intent alone.]