[Dixon's the happiest he's been since this whole endeavor started - the happiest he's been since a while before that, actually, since out here he's able, just a little bit, to pretend that nothing that happened back home really matters. The upshot of his reactivity is that the ups are pretty high, and he's been grinning, whistling, smiling for no real reason since the first night here, where he made a cluster of companions with the Mirkwood elves and the dwarves. The last few nights he's joined them at mealtimes as they've turned into a little clique like a group of band kids at high school. After dinner each night the table devolves into drinking and increasingly off-key singing, usually until well past a reasonable hour for people to get to bed.
He's developing quite a repertoire of dwarven mining songs and the more uncouth elven songs, which the Mirkwood elves seem tickled to share, knowing it rubs some of the more elitist of their race the wrong way.
In that good buzzed place, he ran up a staircase and down the hall to get his iPod, needing a refresher on lyrics to teach his new friends "What's Your Mama's Name Child", and on the return trip he's both winded and crossing paths with Revan as she peers through a telescope on the balcony.]
You gonna come join us? Don't think I ain't seen you being chatty with everyone. [Not because, you know, he's been stargazing at her or anything. Obviously. He coughs into his elbow, the effort of sprinting up stairs having exacerbated the "lungs finally free of tobacco" smoker's cough.]
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He's developing quite a repertoire of dwarven mining songs and the more uncouth elven songs, which the Mirkwood elves seem tickled to share, knowing it rubs some of the more elitist of their race the wrong way.
In that good buzzed place, he ran up a staircase and down the hall to get his iPod, needing a refresher on lyrics to teach his new friends "What's Your Mama's Name Child", and on the return trip he's both winded and crossing paths with Revan as she peers through a telescope on the balcony.]
You gonna come join us? Don't think I ain't seen you being chatty with everyone. [Not because, you know, he's been stargazing at her or anything. Obviously. He coughs into his elbow, the effort of sprinting up stairs having exacerbated the "lungs finally free of tobacco" smoker's cough.]