It's strangely buoying, hearing his surname in use. For the last few years, he's stuck to pseudonyms, aware simultaneously that a handful of fisherman likely couldn't do him much harm but would likely benefit if they tried and succeeded. The temptation to hand him over to the charlatans who usurped his family's place in Whitestone might prove too much to withstand, if it came down to that. And so he'd gone by other names, learning to answer to Charlie or Quincy or Rowland, as the occasion demanded.
And none of those assumed names had sounded half so nice as de Rolo does right now, coming from the lips of the first woman to pay him any mind in...well, quite a while.
He's rather tipsy as well, the worst possible amount of inebriation: capable of recognizing he's likely to make a fool of himself, but not so capable that he can put a stop to it. Every little thing he feels rises to his face - right now, an expression like surprise, curiosity, and fear were chopped up and stirred together. "I, ah - I want all kinds of things. Most of them aren't within your power to give, unfortunately."
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Date: 2024-12-30 07:47 pm (UTC)And none of those assumed names had sounded half so nice as de Rolo does right now, coming from the lips of the first woman to pay him any mind in...well, quite a while.
He's rather tipsy as well, the worst possible amount of inebriation: capable of recognizing he's likely to make a fool of himself, but not so capable that he can put a stop to it. Every little thing he feels rises to his face - right now, an expression like surprise, curiosity, and fear were chopped up and stirred together. "I, ah - I want all kinds of things. Most of them aren't within your power to give, unfortunately."