"No, not a fan. But perhaps not in the way you might think," Ahri hums.
The not so nice surroundings don't bother her. She's lived in worse. The drunkards don't bother her; any of them are easily dissuaded if they try to get too close to her or engage her in conversation she doesn't want. It's mostly just that the atmosphere is oppressive. Everything is overly warm and close and noisy, and people tend to strike up conversations in bars.
It's the whole social thing that she's just not well practiced at.
"You feel like you're waiting for someone, but you dread that they can't come," Ahri notes, curious. Psychically, Logan is fascinating; his memories feel far longer than the age of his form, and his emotions are honest and blunt and strong. She taps her temple with a finger. "My apologies. The curse of empathy; we get far too invasive."
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The not so nice surroundings don't bother her. She's lived in worse. The drunkards don't bother her; any of them are easily dissuaded if they try to get too close to her or engage her in conversation she doesn't want. It's mostly just that the atmosphere is oppressive. Everything is overly warm and close and noisy, and people tend to strike up conversations in bars.
It's the whole social thing that she's just not well practiced at.
"You feel like you're waiting for someone, but you dread that they can't come," Ahri notes, curious. Psychically, Logan is fascinating; his memories feel far longer than the age of his form, and his emotions are honest and blunt and strong. She taps her temple with a finger. "My apologies. The curse of empathy; we get far too invasive."