Sample: Jack was enjoying the moment. Ever since his friend have given him the gift, it had been something he would frequently do. Sharing this moment with another was not something he was used to. He had regarded it as something private, something his own. Still, it wasn't unpleasant, having someone to chat with. He turned to his companion and flashed a fangy smile.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" He said in his odd, misplaced british accent. "It might not seem like it to you, but to a lot I knew, it was something they'd never see again. I would have never seen it myself, save a good friend who gave his life so I could. After hundreds of years, the raw artistry of something so many consider mundane is just breathtaking. The color, the light and shadow... You could even call it a representation of man's struggle against the gods." He paused in waxing poetic for a moment to uncork a bottle of wine, from which he took a few long gulps.
"Really, though, I should throw a party themed around it. Something big and flashy, with lots of liquor." He winked at his friend. "But right now... It's just something I like to enjoy. So... Well... Thanks for enjoying it with me, mate." The conversation died there, as Jack and his companion sat together on the cliff, watching the sunrise.
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Jack was enjoying the moment. Ever since his friend have given him the gift, it had been something he would frequently do. Sharing this moment with another was not something he was used to. He had regarded it as something private, something his own. Still, it wasn't unpleasant, having someone to chat with. He turned to his companion and flashed a fangy smile.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" He said in his odd, misplaced british accent. "It might not seem like it to you, but to a lot I knew, it was something they'd never see again. I would have never seen it myself, save a good friend who gave his life so I could. After hundreds of years, the raw artistry of something so many consider mundane is just breathtaking. The color, the light and shadow... You could even call it a representation of man's struggle against the gods." He paused in waxing poetic for a moment to uncork a bottle of wine, from which he took a few long gulps.
"Really, though, I should throw a party themed around it. Something big and flashy, with lots of liquor." He winked at his friend. "But right now... It's just something I like to enjoy. So... Well... Thanks for enjoying it with me, mate." The conversation died there, as Jack and his companion sat together on the cliff, watching the sunrise.