I CRY BABEL, BABEL, LOOK AT ME NOW | open, meet & greet

[jericho]

The blind tabby hears the call from the boat in which he makes his flower shop just beside his floating home — he's been tending to the plants and fruits, making sure everything is watered and fresh and stored away properly in his absence.  His ears lift at the greeting, called out to no one in particular, and the ginger-furred feline pushes the crate he'd been digging through back underneath the table and exits the tiny ship.  With white-tipped paws planted firmly on the wooden boardwalk he follows the voice to its source; something in the back of his head tells him that it's familiar (it should be, anyways) and yet it doesn't click until he nears and finally hears the name that matches.  The memory is fuzzy and it blends together with so many other of the joiners he's greeted recently, but it's there nevertheless.

The tom pads closer and then halts to seat himself as well, settling himself with his tail curled over his paws and an awkward shifting of his weight.  His honey gaze blindly passes over the other feline, though it tries to focus its warmth in the general direction in which Jericho senses Ilijas.  "I-I — I think I was there when you joined, but, um, it's Jericho, in case you've forgotten," the tabby introduces with a courteous (yet shy) smile.  He wouldn't be entirely surprised, after all, given that it's been a week or so and Jericho himself often struggles to keep all the names and scents and voices that surround him straight — and he's the leader.  The bit that catches the small Helion's attention is the other's reason for leaving... a photoshoot, supposedly.  Jericho has never had any interest in photography but, then again, he figures his blindness may have something to do with it.  "You... ah, take pictures?"  There's a hint of curiosity behind the inquiry, but it's restrained and gentle in a more polite manner as he blinks unseeingly towards the other male.