Asem was used to living a life of luxury but he has actively tried to learn the life of the common folk ever since his freedom from his Owner's despicable grasp. Even then, the treatment foisted upon him and, presumably, his companions from Earth, was something he only saw from the side of the servant. Dark memories of the time when his Owner hosted a little celebration for his fellow cultists resurfaced briefly in the man's mind but he eventually shrugged it off, simply enjoying the services offered to him.
For the feast, he chose an outfit that made him smile in amusement. It was, essentially, a suit but it fit his slight frame all too well. His verdant hair was well-tended by the servants and it shone under the light. All in all, Asem looked like an especially pretty man or a very handsome woman. He always liked appearing as androgynous as possible.
The smile on his faltered just a bit upon hearing that gratingly cheery woman accosting some poor fool--that man who piloted the fearsome looking machine of obsidian and radiating a palpable aura of finality. A small sigh escapes his lips before he approached the pair and sat aside the talkative woman.
"Yet I can't help but feel that there's futility underlying everything you say." Asem interjected as he takes a tall glass of what appears to be liquor. "Perhaps I am overthinking things ... but you seem to actively dispel any thoughts concerning the future, miss. That is equally as bad."
He shrugs minutely as he takes a testing sip of the drink and then humming at the fruity and rich yet alien taste before taking a longer sip.
Asem turns to the girl, idly noting her swinging tail but says nothing else as he starts to partake of the food and everything else offered in earnest.
For the feast, he chose an outfit that made him smile in amusement. It was, essentially, a suit but it fit his slight frame all too well. His verdant hair was well-tended by the servants and it shone under the light. All in all, Asem looked like an especially pretty man or a very handsome woman. He always liked appearing as androgynous as possible.
The smile on his faltered just a bit upon hearing that gratingly cheery woman accosting some poor fool--that man who piloted the fearsome looking machine of obsidian and radiating a palpable aura of finality. A small sigh escapes his lips before he approached the pair and sat aside the talkative woman.
"Yet I can't help but feel that there's futility underlying everything you say." Asem interjected as he takes a tall glass of what appears to be liquor. "Perhaps I am overthinking things ... but you seem to actively dispel any thoughts concerning the future, miss. That is equally as bad."
He shrugs minutely as he takes a testing sip of the drink and then humming at the fruity and rich yet alien taste before taking a longer sip.
Asem turns to the girl, idly noting her swinging tail but says nothing else as he starts to partake of the food and everything else offered in earnest.