Memoirs of a Thought.The Persian blinked groggily as he opened up his eyes, well his eye. He's still a cyclops, can't shoot lasers though...At least not yet. Anyway Richter rubbed out the sleep in his eye and glanced around his surroundings to see where he was at the moment. The warm and cozy interior of the Roost greeted him. "Now how did I end up here?" Richter asked to himself. He could not remember seeing any way or how that he could have ended up in the Roost. The Persian warily stood up and made his exit. Walking outside the Persian looked up at the sky, gloomy, rainy, dull. He shook his head and went to the bus-station. The Persian felt the need to debunk for a bit, Pokette was dandy and all, but he needs to see the city again. Heh even though he went to Hearthome not even a week ago, Richter felt the need to see it again. It may also because he would possible drop in at the restaurant Gina is working at. The Persian stepped outside the museum and took in a deep breath, the Autumn air was refreshing
The Drunken RoadtripIt was a pleasant evening in the Roost. The room was full with sounds of laughter and general business. At the bar counter sat an one-eyed Persian smartly dressed in a green dressing shirt under a Pidove's vest. He was calmly sipping his drink while basking in the sounds his environment. "Yeah ain't a lot more that a poke needs in life." He mumbled to himself.
Minutes later his sensitive ears picked up loud stomps coming from the entrance glancing towards the door he saw an agitated Druddigon entering the Roost. He was soberly dressed, only wearing a simple green shirt, brown pants and a shovel hanging from his back. He glared and growled all the costumers out of his way before plopping down at an empty seat a few feet away from the Persian.
The dragon grunted to Brewster :"Give me something strong and I don't mean coffee.", causing the Pidove to nod and wander off. The cat subtly looked over to the reptile, hoping to see any sign's why the dragon would be so worked up but the only thi