Snippet #2719173

Landon stopped when he was hailed by the prissy dreamer. Was this guy for real? All Lan could do for a moment was gape with a glare for a solid minute, affronted that he'd even be accosted by such blithering idiocy. It was too early for this. Taking another swig from the flask and feeling the meager liquid left inside slosh around, he swiped a mean arm over his lips to clear it of droplets of alcohol.

"Aye, I'm the only one around, you twit," Landon said, his words interrupted by a rude burp. "We're miles from the nearest town. Nobody comes out here except lowlifes and dreamers." Landon made a curt gesture at the hills beyond where some of the bubbles still sat hovering inches above the rusty golden grass, his eyebrows bouncing at the kid like he was a moron.

"Tch. You're in the Dreaming, if that's what you mean," Landon scoffed. "Just don't try to wake up, 'cause you can't without that little star you got took from you. In fact, it's probably best if you get it back before 7 days, 'cause your body'll die without you in it."

Gawd, he was unbearably bored now and a headache was starting to vex him. He had to get to civilization and find some new drink to drown in. Preferably something good and deep like the blue bottle had been last night...but something he didn't have to pay for.

Sighing with a growl, and rubbing his fingers into his eyes and over his ginger beard, Landon did what he did best: abandon problems. With an extremely pathetic shrug, and a helpless curl of his lips, Landon said, "Good luck, kid. Hope you find what you're looking for--" Then he stopped, sobering slightly as he blinked at the coifed hair and the somewhat pricey attire. Wait... this kid was well taken care of, wasn't he?

"Do you got any money?" Lan gave him his most charming smile, unaware of the effect being lost by his droopy, leery eyelids and grubby teeth. Blue Poetry cost a lot, but even still, just a bit might get Lan another bottle of something.