[Gazing over at the list of drinks, Jeep's green eyes wandered over the colorful and appetizing names. It was an unusual elegy, but still unmistakable.

Then Smoke mentioned hanyou and the brunette cringed slightly. 'Hanyou bastard'. Whatever it meant, it made his skin prickle, like little angry goosebumps. Absently, he reached up and touched the ear cuffs on his left side before forcing down his feelings.]

...I believe I could be happy here, too. It is, as you say, not without its problems. But I'd rather not go back to a place as dark as my dream suggested.

[He smiles slightly, and it's unusually calm and genuine.]

A second chance.

[Finishing his beer, he put it down and then nodded at Gojyo, that smile rising a few degrees in sharpness.]

Another, please. Do be kind to give me a mug or a glass, this time.