It had been a long evening, a good one but nonetheless long. He was a little tired at this point but he blamed that on the beers he had allowed himself to drink. Despite his size he really needed to remember that he didnβt particularly like liquor. Not that he was drunk, far from it. He was just more aware of the buzzing in his head, granted less so now. After they had left the bar and it became less loud the headache, thankfully, subsided.
The open window let in a gentle breeze which helped with the relaxing atmosphere in the room. Occasionally he found himself looking around. The apartment was more decorated than his own (not that that was very shocking). He didn't dislike it which shocked him quite a bit, not that he had bothered to voice that opinion. Instead he chose to focus his mind on the conversation. The two of them had discussed a lot by this point. Everything between the recent price changes, work, quirks and that his prosthetic leg could spin (showing that off was the dumbest part of the evening by far). After a moment he did realize that they hadn't talked much about why he was here in the first place. Normally he hated small talk but it was something about the oak scent, the night breeze, the light J-pop on the radio (that neither of them was paying attention to at this point). It made him feel different, relaxed almost. In his eyes this was a very successful birthday outing. After a moment he spoke.
"So, Thirty. That's a big number to be."