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Post by Flare on Feb 3, 2020 21:55:56 GMT -6
It wasn't often to be able to be the one watching from another view. Flare had to take his eyes off the child before someone started remarking that he shouldn't stare. His stomach growled when Sen-cat mentioned what he was going up to order. Yes, ffarffaet and sausage sounded good. Wait, he wanted him to hold onto the white pup's leash? Blinking in surprise, Flare accepted the leash with a nod. He could do that. Both leashes were now around his wrist. Yes, he would wait. Waiting was something he was good at; after all, gardening wasn't an overnight hobby. Shabe stopped paying attention to his wings shaking when he heard paw falls. He looked up, innocent and curious, to find himself almost nose to nose with the white pup. The ball wasn't entirely within his grip, but she didn't seem to be interested in it immediately? Did she want to play? He got up, shook a bit, and walked forward to also take a sniff. 3.20
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Post by Xentus on Feb 6, 2020 20:50:41 GMT -6
Hmm yes... This pup seems to in fact, smell of pup. The white rakai took in a few more whiffs of the younger one, just for safe measure. She had never gotten to really be with her own kind like this before.. He smelled nothing like the vulticus back home at the kennel. They always had that dumb dog kind of scent. Rakai scent was more.. Refined. Sophisticated perhaps. Yes, even in a young one like this. The feathery pup seemed delighted at the fact her greeting gesture was returned. Good manners. Now, time for some bad manners. With enough slack in the line and the target now in close proximity, the scaled wolf made a quick dash to her ball. It felt right having it back between her jaws again. Her wings batted at the younger pup playfully, victory was hers one more! But of course, it was all in good fun. She play bowed low with a teasing growl, inviting the opposing pup to... Perhaps wrestle? Tug of war? See who could howl the longest? The white winged rakai's tail wagged in anticipation.
Meanwhile, Xentus thanked the ssashirk with a nod, then made his way indoors to take his place in line. It was bustling with people chattering, silverware clinking, and plates clattering. Such a scene would be quite overwhelming for the socially anxious, but the leopard was far from being such a person. His demeanor was calm. Hardly anything perturbed him. He was all too very used to others staring at his broken horn or raising a brow at his odd manner of speech. His bright pastel blue fur coating often stood out in a crowd as well. As it did in here. His pointed ears flicked here and there, unintentionally eavesdropping on some of the chatter. Something about a thief at the docks three nights ago.. Something else about a drunken old farmer and a well.. And something about an incredibly fluffy tail. He hoped that conversation was about his. An amused smile crossed his muzzle at the thought. Ah, finally, stepping forward a pace... This would take a moment.
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Post by Flare on Feb 14, 2020 11:27:33 GMT -6
Sniff sniff... she smelled like him. Although there were a lot more smells that the pup in question didn't recognize. His home wasn't nearly as crowded, nor a kennel. Except for his lack of space to run, he had lots of dirt and such to smell, roll in, dig at, general puppy stuff. There weren't any others except the plant creatures who always would run away when he barked at them to come play. So his socialization with anything else sat at a whopping zero. She had several smells; like pup, bigger pup, other smells he did not know. Doing one of those adorable (to people) head tilts, Shabh's ears flop over, like a young vulticus'. Her tail was wagging, and his started too. Wait, did she want to play? He yipped as she dove for the ball, now claiming it. My ball! He pounced forward, intending to wrestle the bigger pup for the ball which was his. The yank beneath the table caught Flare by surprise. He had to plant down his big foot so his face didn't have a similar meeting of the minds with the table as he did the chair. Sen-cat did say his rakai was bad mannered... Needed to listen. 5.20
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Post by Xentus on Feb 16, 2020 21:24:41 GMT -6
A short while later...
Xentus balanced a tray of lunch specials, parfait, drinks, and kibble in his hands, moving slowly among the ebb and flow of people bustling about the care interior. His tail trailed behind him like a fluffy counterbalance, lightly grazing the legs of passerbys here and there. A couple of lowly uttered 'sorry's and 'pardon's escaped from his muzzle as finally he made it outside. A nod in thanks was given to the stranger kind enough to hold the door open for him before he hurriedly made it back to the table with nary a spill.
The tray was set down the a gentle clink upon the table. "Xentus apologizes for the wait, scaled one. Busy time of day, yes", he said with a small smile, his clawed hand beckoning for the return of his pup's leash, "He hopes his rakai has not caused too much trouble in the meantime." He then took a moment to arrange the assorted foods to their respective owners. Spicy sausage and poached egg for each of them. A large cup of chai for himself, parfait and a mango smoothie for the ssashirk (he took it upon himself to pick out a drink, just in case). And a bowl of meat-mash each for the two pups. Appropriate silverware was distributed as well, including a straw for the smoothie. A hungry growl from his stomach begged him to sit and eat. Lunch was served!
In the midst of wrestling and playing with the young rakai pup, the white winged wolf hardly noticed the return of her owner. That is, until she smelled food. Play time had to be put on hold. She hadn't realized she was starving until the enticing scent of the meat-mash graced her nose. It wasn't but a second or two after the bowl was placed down did she rush over to begin her feast.
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Post by Flare on Mar 1, 2020 14:33:29 GMT -6
There wasn't any reason to apologize for the wait, in Flare's opinion as Sen came back to the table, with food and an apology. He could see from his seated position that the inside of the little food stall had many many customers today. "No opologee, all good." He gives a nod and watches Sen set out the foods and arrange them according to order. Did he serve food where he came from? His arrangement looked like something a noble's scribe would write about. Or just the regular city scribe. Sausage and egg for both of them... the wafting scent curled into his large nostrils. Flare inhaled the smell of his food. Savory and meaty and oh.... he could smell the spices. Nearly name them. The polite cat also brought food for the pups, even his own pup. And... he gave the bright pink-orange drink a sniff, before brushing the glassware with his fingers. Cold. Huh. A cold fruit drink, perhaps mixed with shattered ice? "Thank u." He thanks the cat and picks up his drink. It also has a twisted piece that must be the straw. Anyone watching would find perhaps comedy of watching a ssashirk attempt to drink his drink with a straw. His jaws were elongated enough to struggle clamping down on the tiny tube in order to sip his drink. Such slow progress. Although he didn't show it, the body language showed it was more then difficult. Until he bit off the end of the straw by accident. Oh. Ew. Blech. The drake spat the tip of the straw into his hand, frowning. Setting the portion of straw aside, he took up the spoon of silverware and ate the melting smoothie like it was an ice treat. Sweeter then the berries that came out of his garden, but delicious all the same. He practically inhaled his egg and took great bites out of the sausage. The fork wasn't doing much good, so he braced the sausage with his fork, then cut it into a pair of pieces, and ate those by hand. Yes, his table manners were out of the window by now. At least he wasn't doing the messy face-in-the-dish like an animal. Yet. Sigh. From inside, he heard a clock chime. One, two, three...three chimes. Three after sun-high. Was that the time?! He would need to get going soon, using a napkin to clean his face. "Need to go soon. Owe moonee?" Shabh greatly enjoyed wrestling and playing around with the older winged pup. She was fun to play with. He wanted to play some more, but there was food now! He dove into the food with great relish. Mmm, meat mush. 8.20
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Post by Xentus on Mar 8, 2020 5:10:54 GMT -6
A deep breath took in the sophisticated scent of hot spices and savory meat once the leopard settled into his seat. A softly sighed 'ahh' escaped the leopard's lips as he exhaled. His mouth had been already watering up from looking (and smelling) the foods the other customers had, and now that he had lunch for himself, he couldn't wait to get started. He bowed his head and clasped his hands together in a short prayer, then began his feast. One of the tips he held on to in his travels was that the smallest place with the longest line was the kind that would never disappoint. And it still held true in regards to this cafe. Every so often between bites and thoughtful chews, the leopard's blue eyes would peek to at the ssashirk and pass a few words. Some laughter escaped at laying witness to a scaled-one attempting to figure out a straw. This afternoon lunch was an interesting one.
The white winged rakai wolfed down her meal happily, tail wagging gently. Every so often, her curious eyes would keep up at the legs surrounding her. Her fellow pup was busy eating his food as well. He was a fun one to play with. As tempting as it was to want to go over and steal a few bites of their meaty mush, she was quite filled after scarfing down her own. Almost too full.. With a satisfied yawn, the scaled wolf sat near her owner's feet, waiting patiently for their walk to resume.
After some idle chatter and points of laughter, the meal was finished much sooner than he expected. Nothing like sharing a table with such curious company. Flare, as clumsy and frail as he seemed, was an interesting character. Somehow, he held a certain charm to him. He couldn't place it exactly. Something about how despite being somewhat of a misfit in this kind of place, he could still fit right in. Well, given that a pastel blue horned feline like himself could fit in this place with nothing more than a curious side-eye or two, it seemed anyone could belong here if they so desired. This aspect of the City definitely appealed to him.
"As does Xentus. Worry not about money, the shared company was more than enough", the leopard replied with a smile and clawed wave. It was rare to get the chance to share a table with someone like this these days. He appreciated that much more than any amount of credits. When he was ready, Xentus stood and tucked his chair, white pup at the ready. It was time to go.
"Xentus hopes our paths cross again some other day. Fare well, Flare."
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