Deme was in one of his manic states again. His mind raced with boundless energy, ideas and impulses colliding in a chaotic symphony that left him restless and exhilarated. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were wide with excitement, darting around as if he were seeing the world anew.
He could hardly keep still, his hands fidgeting with his cloak, his foot tapping an incessant rhythm on the floor. It was in this frenetic state that he decided tonight was the night for a grand adventure. Slipping out of his elaborate robes and donning a ragged cloak, he disguised himself as much as possible. Then, ensuring all his cats were settled for the evening, and that most were in bed, he slipped his watchers and went out into the evening air.
Deme made his way across the city and to The Blind Eye. It seemed like the best place to go, somewhere that would be lively and full of people. He craved exciting distractions, the kinda he could only get going out amongst the people.
He looked around and then went to order himself a drink. He asked for something fruity and fun, that would make the evening even more exciting. Quite the contrary to what he’d drink when he was in his more sullen moods, and generally preferred wine or whiskey. Next he stood back and watched the crowd, as he sipped on his drink, then realising how delightful it was, he quickly downed it and ordered another.
He could hardly keep still, his hands fidgeting with his cloak, his foot tapping an incessant rhythm on the floor. It was in this frenetic state that he decided tonight was the night for a grand adventure. Slipping out of his elaborate robes and donning a ragged cloak, he disguised himself as much as possible. Then, ensuring all his cats were settled for the evening, and that most were in bed, he slipped his watchers and went out into the evening air.
Deme made his way across the city and to The Blind Eye. It seemed like the best place to go, somewhere that would be lively and full of people. He craved exciting distractions, the kinda he could only get going out amongst the people.
He looked around and then went to order himself a drink. He asked for something fruity and fun, that would make the evening even more exciting. Quite the contrary to what he’d drink when he was in his more sullen moods, and generally preferred wine or whiskey. Next he stood back and watched the crowd, as he sipped on his drink, then realising how delightful it was, he quickly downed it and ordered another.
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