[Sweeney's tired; it'd been a long day in the field after a long morning at the brewery, but he's finally done and there's food to be had. He's in the kitchen, ladle in hand and stirring, working the meat and vegetables into a more uniform desperation.
He hears someone behind him; the longer stride implies someone bigger. Sweeney fills the bowl and turns around to get out of the way for the next person.
The 7' Irishman with a wide mohawk rarely looks someone in the face, but he does right now. The sight has his lips parted and his eyes fixed and unblinking. He doesn't have to look at the antlers directly to get the idea.
It takes him a moment, but he releases his gaze and offers her the bowl of stew.]
Didn't mean ta stare. Ya just remind me of someone.
The First Supper
He hears someone behind him; the longer stride implies someone bigger. Sweeney fills the bowl and turns around to get out of the way for the next person.
The 7' Irishman with a wide mohawk rarely looks someone in the face, but he does right now. The sight has his lips parted and his eyes fixed and unblinking. He doesn't have to look at the antlers directly to get the idea.
It takes him a moment, but he releases his gaze and offers her the bowl of stew.]
Didn't mean ta stare. Ya just remind me of someone.