Post by Tyrell O'Callaghan on May 22, 2014 4:26:01 GMT
"No! No," he said more calmly and a small frown. It had not been his intentions to make the other feel terrible about the way he dressed and he did not wish him to be left dressed in a sack of clothes. "I only meant... it is nothing. Nevermind. Then does Rosey know we are coming," he asked with furrowed brows as he wondered. If they were going to the Red Raven then did he and Rosey set this up together? The raven haired male already knew how much she loved gossip even if she did not spread it nearly as much as the other women she worked with. For all he knew this could be all her doing for how many times she attempted to set him with the lasses there. No matter, he would enjoy himself with Clancy.
Happy the other took his hand, Tyrell then began to lead him down the street and shook his head at his inquiry. "No, unfortunately I'm allergic to anything technological," he made a small joke and smiled down at Clancy before turning down an alley and dragging the other in with him. "I am sorry if this is not an ideal place to leave from," he explained. "But I am supposed to try and be discreet about who sees. I can trust you not to tell, right?" The crow did not really wait for a reply. He figured that Clancy was someone he could trust and not long after his words were spoken, two large midnight black wings sprouted from his back, flapping once before settling into place. It never occurred to him that since Clancy was new to the city that he might be unaware of what other things were out there. Then again, his people did travel--his mother and father having been such a pair who did just that. "I'm sorry but I'd have to carry you," he smiled apologetically at that.
Happy the other took his hand, Tyrell then began to lead him down the street and shook his head at his inquiry. "No, unfortunately I'm allergic to anything technological," he made a small joke and smiled down at Clancy before turning down an alley and dragging the other in with him. "I am sorry if this is not an ideal place to leave from," he explained. "But I am supposed to try and be discreet about who sees. I can trust you not to tell, right?" The crow did not really wait for a reply. He figured that Clancy was someone he could trust and not long after his words were spoken, two large midnight black wings sprouted from his back, flapping once before settling into place. It never occurred to him that since Clancy was new to the city that he might be unaware of what other things were out there. Then again, his people did travel--his mother and father having been such a pair who did just that. "I'm sorry but I'd have to carry you," he smiled apologetically at that.