[ No, he does not want to sit here alone with his drink, thank you. The tavern, before, felt too loud and too crowded; now it's near overwhelming when he has no steady presence to focus on across the table. So he stares mournfully at his soon to be abandoned drink – he doubts very much they're allowed to disappear elsewhere with their cups, Thorin – and then stands. Turn, step, pause. Well, on second thought. It's not as though he's burglaring it. It's only up to one of the rooms, all of which are within the same vicinity.
Indecisive, he taps his fingertips against his pant leg for longer than necessary, and there, mind made up, turns back around to take drink in hand. Akin to a fauntling with greedy fingers in the cookie jar, Bilbo sneaks a borderline guilty gaze toward the barkeep, as though he's doing something he's not meant to, but of course, his dalliances are of no concern to anyone. That is, except... – ah, where'd he go?
Oh, there.
Squaring his shoulders to regain his confidence, Bilbo soon follows, weaving here and sidestepping there. He closes in at the stairs, the hard creak of that bottom step being the first, real indication that Bilbo is back where he should be and it's with one, last backward glance, that Bilbo follows Thorin upstairs, tight-lipped and clutching his mug close. ]
no subject
Indecisive, he taps his fingertips against his pant leg for longer than necessary, and there, mind made up, turns back around to take drink in hand. Akin to a fauntling with greedy fingers in the cookie jar, Bilbo sneaks a borderline guilty gaze toward the barkeep, as though he's doing something he's not meant to, but of course, his dalliances are of no concern to anyone. That is, except... – ah, where'd he go?
Oh, there.
Squaring his shoulders to regain his confidence, Bilbo soon follows, weaving here and sidestepping there. He closes in at the stairs, the hard creak of that bottom step being the first, real indication that Bilbo is back where he should be and it's with one, last backward glance, that Bilbo follows Thorin upstairs, tight-lipped and clutching his mug close. ]