[Fortunately for Dionysus, Lanque takes interest in him. Not just because he's drinking out of...a shuckle (????) but because he's certainly got a look to him, but likewise a possible use. See, they can help each other out here, really. Considering that Lanque isn't of age to buy alcohol, and Dionysus is. Lanque has money, but Dionysus doesn't.
His black painted lips pull into an amused smirk as his dark jade eyes flick from the Shuckle to the man holding it. An arm crosses over his front, his hip cocked to one side, and the knuckles of his free hand rests against chin and jaw as he examines the older man. ]
"Shindig"? Well, how about we help one another then, hm? What say I lend you the cash, and you show me where this party is. How about it?
[While offering his proposition, Lanque's salandit slinks up his trainer's back, settling onto his shoulder to eye Dionysus with due suspicion—before taking notice of the bite-sized Shuckle in the man's hand. Suspicion quickly morphs to hunger, but the reptile stays put, but so too does his transfixed gaze.]
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His black painted lips pull into an amused smirk as his dark jade eyes flick from the Shuckle to the man holding it. An arm crosses over his front, his hip cocked to one side, and the knuckles of his free hand rests against chin and jaw as he examines the older man. ]
"Shindig"? Well, how about we help one another then, hm? What say I lend you the cash, and you show me where this party is. How about it?
[While offering his proposition, Lanque's salandit slinks up his trainer's back, settling onto his shoulder to eye Dionysus with due suspicion—before taking notice of the bite-sized Shuckle in the man's hand. Suspicion quickly morphs to hunger, but the reptile stays put, but so too does his transfixed gaze.]