[It's telling, perhaps, that when Mercedes first starts to make her approach toward the table, Darkstar's attention snaps directly to her — ears pricked, red eyes vigilant and piercing. A normal dog would not have a prehensile tentacle extending off her spine; the tip of hers pricks up a little as if poising in readiness to counterbalance against a lunge.
And yet Rufus doesn't even need to touch her to keep her in place, or does he need to offer a single pacifying word; she's evidently capable of drawing her cues entirely from his affect and demeanor, and since he seems inclined to let the stranger approach, she does as well.]
Of course, have a seat. [He flicks a glance to the attendant.] One tab, on me.
[And he motions for Mercedes to place her order as he takes the gift back, digging in after his prize.]
As I thought, the craftsmanship is impressive. I'm sure she'll enjoy this.
[ a normal dog wouldn't have a prehensile tentacle extending off her spine, and a normal (?) person would likely be more hesitant about taking a seat next to her. but there's no sense of nervousness as mercedes gets settled, careful not to touch darkstar or get too close. she's clearly working to protect her master, after all, it'd be rude to disturb her.
even with her rank ten status, she's never gone out of her way to have the staff cater to her more than what was really necessary, and so she's a little surprised at their readiness to take her order. they recommend a drink from one of the food stalls, a strawberry flavored smoothie that is as sweet as it sounds; she remembered enjoying something similar during the sporting events, and decides to take their recommendation. ]
I'm glad to hear it. [ from their previous conversation, rufus seems to have a discerning eye. she gets the impression that he doesn't hand out compliments easily. ] If there's anything else you'd like to have made, I'd be more than happy to give it a try! I've a lot of time on my hands... well, aside from the games this place likes to throw at us.
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And yet Rufus doesn't even need to touch her to keep her in place, or does he need to offer a single pacifying word; she's evidently capable of drawing her cues entirely from his affect and demeanor, and since he seems inclined to let the stranger approach, she does as well.]
Of course, have a seat. [He flicks a glance to the attendant.] One tab, on me.
[And he motions for Mercedes to place her order as he takes the gift back, digging in after his prize.]
As I thought, the craftsmanship is impressive. I'm sure she'll enjoy this.
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even with her rank ten status, she's never gone out of her way to have the staff cater to her more than what was really necessary, and so she's a little surprised at their readiness to take her order. they recommend a drink from one of the food stalls, a strawberry flavored smoothie that is as sweet as it sounds; she remembered enjoying something similar during the sporting events, and decides to take their recommendation. ]
I'm glad to hear it. [ from their previous conversation, rufus seems to have a discerning eye. she gets the impression that he doesn't hand out compliments easily. ] If there's anything else you'd like to have made, I'd be more than happy to give it a try! I've a lot of time on my hands... well, aside from the games this place likes to throw at us.