Well! Rolan sits corrected, and he bites his lip as he turns his head to the side and laughs. He hadn't actually expected there to be gills at all, and he could hardly complain about the sight of the torso they were positioned on.
He... probably shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be enjoying himself after being spirited away by some mysterious gods in order to solve problems they likely caused themselves. He should be trying to get home, trying to get back to Cal and Lia, not... settling in. Accepting his fate. Making the most of it.
Not looking for a quick hook up to take his mind off all the frustration and helplessness he felt. Still, it wasn't as if he was flirting with a brick wall - quite the contrary! - and it wasn't like he ought to be wandering around drunk, especially since he no longer had magic to protect himself. Maybe it'd be alright to take one night to relax, and in the morning, he could get himself together.
Looking up as Finnick returns, Rolan leans towards the smell of garlic, butter, and something oceanic emanating from the tray of food, his tail reflexively swishing behind him. "No, I haven't. Elturel, where I grew up, is further inland and I hadn't been in Baldur's Gate long enough to really sample the local fair. That smells amazing."
Picking up the roll, Rolan gives it a careful nibble - he does NOT want to make a mess of himself - and hums in appreciation, a rhythmic thumping coming from beneath him as his tail repeatedly thwaps against his seat.
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He... probably shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be enjoying himself after being spirited away by some mysterious gods in order to solve problems they likely caused themselves. He should be trying to get home, trying to get back to Cal and Lia, not... settling in. Accepting his fate. Making the most of it.
Not looking for a quick hook up to take his mind off all the frustration and helplessness he felt. Still, it wasn't as if he was flirting with a brick wall - quite the contrary! - and it wasn't like he ought to be wandering around drunk, especially since he no longer had magic to protect himself. Maybe it'd be alright to take one night to relax, and in the morning, he could get himself together.
Looking up as Finnick returns, Rolan leans towards the smell of garlic, butter, and something oceanic emanating from the tray of food, his tail reflexively swishing behind him. "No, I haven't. Elturel, where I grew up, is further inland and I hadn't been in Baldur's Gate long enough to really sample the local fair. That smells amazing."
Picking up the roll, Rolan gives it a careful nibble - he does NOT want to make a mess of himself - and hums in appreciation, a rhythmic thumping coming from beneath him as his tail repeatedly thwaps against his seat.