Open Finished There's something out there

Maarab laughed, a low amused chuckle. For the moment, he was sufficiently distracted. He stayed leaning against the wall and watching Umiko with an easy grin. "Hard to tell with this phone but that was meant to be an invitation. " He tilted his head to listen to the new song, thinking. "At home it was war or preparing for war. Even dancing was a battle. This song is pleasant."

He shot Umiko a brief puzzled glance then, realizing what the other man had said. "Pursuit of self. Why would your master want that. Though it does seem more common here." Maarab shook his head, not wanting to dive back into confusion right now, changing the topic right after asking that. "Do you dance often."

"That is the reason I avoid alcohol even when I do drink." Maarab typed with another smirk at Umiko. Then he pushed himself off the wall, walking over to look down at the other man. "You seem to be fine to me but I have not seen you move a lot yet. "

He shook his head at the mention of street dancers, baring his sharp teeth in an imitation grin. "Home was violent. There was no art to it." The phone's voice and his expression would not give away what he felt about that.

"Here I still mostly fight or fly when I am not busy. I have only been to the one dance. You could dance for me. or with me. Though I do not know the dances here and am unable to talk and dance at the same time. "

Maarab raised an eyebrow. "I assume I am not your type. " He backed off a little, grinning again, whatever strange mood had driven him out here mostly forgotten now. "You puzzle me. I might take you up on that offer. " He laughed at the man's statement to the others at the bar. Maarab did not care what assumptions anyone watching might make, and would not exactly have been opposed to the idea if they were correct.

"This has been interesting." He typed, looking around and listening to the tail end of the song. "I may return. But I think I will leave you to your night."