Dogs. Never really fond of 'em, really. Niles rolled his eyes as the dog that had come to see him had a red collar, growling at him as he just... smiled back at the canine. It wasn't a friendly smile by a long shot, his one eye gleaming with something malicious.
"Yeah, that's right, doggy. I'm a 'bad man'", he hissed through what was definitely a grin meant to mask his annoyance. "I'm real bad, now get out of my face before I have to prove it." Swiftly, a knife was drawn and no one could be certain from where. He twirled it in his fingers as the dog, a German Shepard, barked and snapped it's teeth at him.
"Come on, let's see your bite compared to mine. I've seen scarier rats than you!"
2.
Oh, as much as Niles would just LOVE to stick around and talk about the underthings of some man he's never met, he really had nothing to contribute to the conversation, and BOY the taverns here looked amazing compared to what he could find in Nohr. Like something out of a dream! A shame they didn't much care for his dress.
Ah well. With a little bit of debate, he ends up in a nice suit, and they even brush his hair and make him look somewhat presentable. Truly, a feat by anyone's standards! He almost feels like a prince himself as he is released into the club, getting a few pictures snapped of him before the smile he bore didn't overshadow the fact that he had pulled out a dagger and was telling them all to get the hell out of his face.
The booze was nice, though! As was being allowed into the VIP lounge. It was a bit quieter than the rest of the club, and Niles finds himself a corner to tuck himself away in before long, sipping on some kind of drink and raising it with a nod to passerby.
If anyone got close enough for a chat, he was amenable to it, smiling and striking up conversation on his own. "Bit of a ritzy kind of dig for me! I kind of hate this place. No bar fights, no cut-purses." Really, it was just SUPER not Niles's scene, and while it was fun for a minute, it was just beginning to rub him the wrong way.
"Just a bunch of people with some undeserved egos attempting to rub elbows with each other, hoping to leech off of each others' fame and fortune. Eugh, what a mess. Have you at least got some juicy gossip for me?"
Niles | Fire Emblem: Fates
Dogs. Never really fond of 'em, really. Niles rolled his eyes as the dog that had come to see him had a red collar, growling at him as he just... smiled back at the canine. It wasn't a friendly smile by a long shot, his one eye gleaming with something malicious.
"Yeah, that's right, doggy. I'm a 'bad man'", he hissed through what was definitely a grin meant to mask his annoyance. "I'm real bad, now get out of my face before I have to prove it." Swiftly, a knife was drawn and no one could be certain from where. He twirled it in his fingers as the dog, a German Shepard, barked and snapped it's teeth at him.
"Come on, let's see your bite compared to mine. I've seen scarier rats than you!"
2.
Oh, as much as Niles would just LOVE to stick around and talk about the underthings of some man he's never met, he really had nothing to contribute to the conversation, and BOY the taverns here looked amazing compared to what he could find in Nohr. Like something out of a dream! A shame they didn't much care for his dress.
Ah well. With a little bit of debate, he ends up in a nice suit, and they even brush his hair and make him look somewhat presentable. Truly, a feat by anyone's standards! He almost feels like a prince himself as he is released into the club, getting a few pictures snapped of him before the smile he bore didn't overshadow the fact that he had pulled out a dagger and was telling them all to get the hell out of his face.
The booze was nice, though! As was being allowed into the VIP lounge. It was a bit quieter than the rest of the club, and Niles finds himself a corner to tuck himself away in before long, sipping on some kind of drink and raising it with a nod to passerby.
If anyone got close enough for a chat, he was amenable to it, smiling and striking up conversation on his own. "Bit of a ritzy kind of dig for me! I kind of hate this place. No bar fights, no cut-purses." Really, it was just SUPER not Niles's scene, and while it was fun for a minute, it was just beginning to rub him the wrong way.
"Just a bunch of people with some undeserved egos attempting to rub elbows with each other, hoping to leech off of each others' fame and fortune. Eugh, what a mess. Have you at least got some juicy gossip for me?"