<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, The Flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John, Kumari , Maria<br/><hr/><br/>He chuckled a bit. "Good luck with that, man." he'd say to John, in regards to his needing to get nail polish. He would accept the cup from Maria, and offer her one of his very rare smiles. In fact, every time she made coffee for him, she got one of those. Generally, though, he had a steely-cold, emotionless gaze on his face. But, there was something sincere, maybe even charming, when he smiled. Maybe it was just a hint of the playful, innocent youth he used to be. Or maybe it was a lie. Hard to say.<br/><br/>"Thanks." he took the drink from her, preferring it black; no cream, no sugar, no fancy syrups. He'd set it down for the moment, though, preferring to let it cool. He may or may not end up just shotgunning it before walking out the door. Some times, he did that, but other days, he would actually take the time to sip and enjoy. "Sorry, John. Can't come. I have training. Keep at it, though." This was the explanation he gave for his disappearances, when he bothered to give them. However, adding to the mystery, is the fact that some times, when he says this, he is, in fact, not disappearing for the weekend, but instead going to train at a gym; actual, professional, boxing training. Which would it be this weekend? Who knew.<br/><br/>He thought it was good that John stayed so physically active. It was a skill that would serve him well, later on, Sully thought.  But he never commented too much on it, like everything else; he preferred to stay quiet. And yet, the words he spoke then--'keep at it'--that's not just hollow platitudes. He means it. For all the coldness he possessed, like a winter storm, he still had some small bits of warmness that shined through from time to time. Those were so very, very rare though.<br/><br/>"Hey, Kumari. If I gave you the Euros for it, could you buy me some Brandy de Jerez?"Woah. That's new, new to everyone. Sully has never drunk before, possibly because it's still illegal, but most likely because he avoids cigarettes, and most other unhealthy substances. So, his request for liquor, an oddly specific one at that, might shock some others. "it's for a special occasion."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Mori, now thoroughly groomed and happily clean, would strut over to visit Maria. He'd rub up against her leg, and then look at her with expectancy. Clearly, it was time for her to give him a pet! He was a bit demanding like that. And yet, the moment he got a few pets, he'd trail off to wander around the flat; possibly find a nice spot where the sun came through the window, for a nap.