Seeing as how he wasn't going to get away with not drinking the bitter drink, he listened to her sound advice and with a sigh downed it as fast as he could. Its warm and bitter taste stung his tonsils worse than alcohol, and the worse part was that the aftertaste didn't numb that particular sense the way alcohol did it. He literally wanted to make silent gags because of how bitter the stuff was, Rei could actually drink that piss with a straight face? It was a wonder how but then again, the same probably went in her mind as well. Indeed alcohol was almost like any other drink to him, no matter how harsh the burn it always wound up feeling good afterwards. This tea substance though... Something had to be done to make it more bearable if he was ever bound to drink it again, a possibility he deemed less likely with each passing trill.
So with the cup now finally empty and his scowl sharpened with a shake of his head, he focused on Rei once more with a set grimace that probably made him look rather silly at the moment. Once it wore away though he'd appeared engaged as he were earlier with Rei's own advice, hopeful that he could indeed gain some proper insight on how to combat this... what was it? Addiction? Apparently that's what it came across as, since Rei deemed it to be his problem. The day of his funeral they did what they would do with any Rharnian, a proper send off onto the lake with a pyre and drinks to follow. If that didn't count as a celebration then he didn't know what did, of course he was just being literal with the advice rather than considerate towards her actual meaning.
He thought more and more about it as he listened to her, a profound meaning found within her advice the more he paid attention. Passion huh? What was he passionate about, aside from drinking and having fun? Well fun and then 'fun' but the two were generic in form, other than that though he really hadn't anything he were passionate for. He remembered a long time ago how he used to garden, help the neighbors with their flowers and such because it gave him something to do. It wasn't really a passion to say the least, but it did feel good to be encouraged when Dominek told him he would do good. Of course it was just a hobby, one he gave up even before Dominek's own death. He sighed as he thought about it some more, his eyes diverted to the empty cup before him. Rei was a healer. She wanted to help him, and that brought him comfort. It made him actually want to try, to get better with this addiction and... hold up! Since when did he care about what Rei thought?!
"I'll think 'bout it." He said as he rose out of his chair on impulse and turned for the door, he gave the nob a turn but waited before pulling it open. "Thanks... Rei. For what's its worth I really am sorry 'bout Wendell." He finished with one last glance over his shoulder to the woman, a soft but hopeful smile forced as he finally pulled the door open and slipped outside. He did have a lot to think about after today, a lot to consider in the following days to come too.
So with the cup now finally empty and his scowl sharpened with a shake of his head, he focused on Rei once more with a set grimace that probably made him look rather silly at the moment. Once it wore away though he'd appeared engaged as he were earlier with Rei's own advice, hopeful that he could indeed gain some proper insight on how to combat this... what was it? Addiction? Apparently that's what it came across as, since Rei deemed it to be his problem. The day of his funeral they did what they would do with any Rharnian, a proper send off onto the lake with a pyre and drinks to follow. If that didn't count as a celebration then he didn't know what did, of course he was just being literal with the advice rather than considerate towards her actual meaning.
He thought more and more about it as he listened to her, a profound meaning found within her advice the more he paid attention. Passion huh? What was he passionate about, aside from drinking and having fun? Well fun and then 'fun' but the two were generic in form, other than that though he really hadn't anything he were passionate for. He remembered a long time ago how he used to garden, help the neighbors with their flowers and such because it gave him something to do. It wasn't really a passion to say the least, but it did feel good to be encouraged when Dominek told him he would do good. Of course it was just a hobby, one he gave up even before Dominek's own death. He sighed as he thought about it some more, his eyes diverted to the empty cup before him. Rei was a healer. She wanted to help him, and that brought him comfort. It made him actually want to try, to get better with this addiction and... hold up! Since when did he care about what Rei thought?!
"I'll think 'bout it." He said as he rose out of his chair on impulse and turned for the door, he gave the nob a turn but waited before pulling it open. "Thanks... Rei. For what's its worth I really am sorry 'bout Wendell." He finished with one last glance over his shoulder to the woman, a soft but hopeful smile forced as he finally pulled the door open and slipped outside. He did have a lot to think about after today, a lot to consider in the following days to come too.
