[ By now, there are two definitive things Lucina knows about Hank:
1. He never stops swearing. 2. Liquour is very important to him.
She only came into the kitchen to prepare some tea. Her waist length hair remains a mess of salt-streaked tangles, half-dry at best, and there's a faint shadow to her expression - around her eyes, furling over her mouth. There have been better days, certainly. The calamitous noise doesn't help, bottles clinking together - one flying past her face -
She catches the next one, unflinching. It's nice to know her reflexes are still up to par, if nothing else. It's set down unceremoniously. ]
Excuse me.
[ You're keeping her from the tea, lieutenant! >:( ]
2!
1. He never stops swearing.
2. Liquour is very important to him.
She only came into the kitchen to prepare some tea. Her waist length hair remains a mess of salt-streaked tangles, half-dry at best, and there's a faint shadow to her expression - around her eyes, furling over her mouth. There have been better days, certainly. The calamitous noise doesn't help, bottles clinking together - one flying past her face -
She catches the next one, unflinching. It's nice to know her reflexes are still up to par, if nothing else. It's set down unceremoniously. ]
Excuse me.
[ You're keeping her from the tea, lieutenant! >:( ]