AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A FIRE EMBLEM PARTY

[solemnity]

[ so whatever you were doing, DROP IT. RIGHT NOW. IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF SAVING YOUR CONTINENT OR WORLD, YOU AREN'T DOING IT NOW.

no, now you're going to chill in this pub and enjoy some ale and maybe get rowdy. have some fun, loosen up, make new friends. WHO KNOWS, maybe they've got some crazy tales of their own to tell. maybe you'll see faces you shouldn't be able to anymore! TIME SHENANIGANS, MAN, wibbly wobbly and all that jazz.

anyway, this dude is just going to chill in a corner with a pint that's barely started and a book in his lap, keeping an eye on the guys he has the misfortune of calling his army. or the army he advises, rather, since technically they're eliwood's army. whatever. he's keeping an eye on them like a good mother hen tactician should. otherwise, have your fun, he'll leave y'all to it. ]

Comments

[redblade]

[Rutger is totally old enough to drink. When you have to deal with people like Clarine, it's almost necessary on a semi-regular basis. He's not exactly social, though, so he's sitting by himself in the corner. In the far corner. He'll shoot anyone who approaches one of his mean looks.]

[loneflower]

[Gosh, this guy totally needs to lighten up!

A wide grin on her face, Sylvia approaches this particular corner.]

You're not just gonna sit here all by yourself, are ya?

[redblade]

[He looks at Sylvia, already he doesn't like her. This is how Rutger rolls.

He looks up at her, then back down at his drink.]

Yes, I am.

[loneflower]

[Oh, wow, how rude!!

When he ignores her, she just sits, completely unconcerned.

The booze probably helps with that.]

Huh? That ain't no fun! You can't just go stayin' here all day.

[redblade]

[He would have been able to if it weren't for meddling kids like you. He just shrugs his shoulders. The booze is probably helping her in more ways than one, since Rutger isn't in a stabby mood.]

Apparently not, since you're here now.

[Wow, disdain.]

...oops

[loneflower]

[Oh. ...Oh.

Sniffs. She's starting to get the picture.]

That's right! I'm here now and you can't just go and ignore me!

huh

[redblade]

[He looks up at the door. It's so far away, and there's a crowd.

...but he wants to leave. He takes a long swig from his drink.]

no deleting and recommenting here, nope

[loneflower]

[HUFFS. He really is ignoring her!! Wow, Rutger, you can't do this to a dancer! When she next speaks, she's muttering to herself.] What a moron...

[In a louder voice:] It's so sad! No one can ever appreciate the company of a young lady, ya know?

i'm doing that all over!!!!

[redblade]

[He can ignore the first comment, he can. The second comment has him snort into his drink, though.]

Is that what you are? I thought you were a whining child. Go home.

in fact, look at me do it again

[loneflower]

[She stands and glares down at him, but doesn't budge an inch away.]

What? A child? I am... not... a child!

Have you ever seen a child who looks like me before?! A child with these [...Yes, that is her chest she's gesturing at, sob. This is a sensitive subject!!] You're so cruel!

[fireshorts]

[... Feel that leering sort of star on you?

It's coming from the kid a few tables over. He's slouched forward across the wood, brows furrowed and frown deep as he watches.]

[redblade]

What do you want?

[He's noticed. And he's annoyed.]

[fireshorts]

[He sits up, frown only twisting at the question.]

Too... tall. [It's said under his breath and tight lip.]