02-28-2020, 03:20 PM
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The mouth-watering scent of breakfast delicacies and lunchtime snacks wafted from the grand doors of the library, his nose twitching slightly and ever-present hunger pangs gnawing as he passed. Since when did the library smell more like a delectable feast than a musty hideaway for introverts and bookworms? His tail wagged limply, encouraged to step beyond the threshold at the prospect of a meal.
An impressive array of platters decorated tables once used to rest novels and encyclopedia on, luring him closer to investigate. Glancing over at Crow, who seemed to be admiring the ceiling's architecture rather than gorging himself, he shook his head and drifted to the plates. What did he care anyway? He hadn't actually seen Crow in ages, albeit the ex-leader's isolation reminded the poltergeist of his own isolation from the world. Maybe later, or even during this brunch, he could ask about it, possibly offering his support for climbing out of the depressing pitfall he still fought to escape. Then again... he did beat the hell out of a piñata Crow look-alike. He almost approached, wiry frame trembling from his nerves at the thought of confrontation. Beck slumped slightly, crooked teeth chewing at his lip before he decided against it, moving to load heaps of food onto his plate instead.
With a gluttonous tower balancing on not one, but two plates, Beck settled himself on the floor to feast -- only to glance upward and jolt in surprise as the unnoticed spider descended from the rafters. Similar to Abathur in size, yet strikingly more colorful with a feminine voice and poise. The boy gawked for a moment, in the middle of cramming a muffin into his mouth. "...Your name's Itsy? Like... the nursery rhyme?" Obviously. What else included the adjective 'itsy'? He huffed quietly to himself, setting the muffin down and extending a bandage-wrapped paw to shake with either a leg or pedipalp or whatever worked. "M'name's Beck. Did you make all this food? It looks really good," he wheezed, forcing politeness to his streetwise demeanor. Hopefully, she wouldn't say anything about the number of treats he snatched, well able to clear a buffet table by his lonesome and not even get a bellyache.
An impressive array of platters decorated tables once used to rest novels and encyclopedia on, luring him closer to investigate. Glancing over at Crow, who seemed to be admiring the ceiling's architecture rather than gorging himself, he shook his head and drifted to the plates. What did he care anyway? He hadn't actually seen Crow in ages, albeit the ex-leader's isolation reminded the poltergeist of his own isolation from the world. Maybe later, or even during this brunch, he could ask about it, possibly offering his support for climbing out of the depressing pitfall he still fought to escape. Then again... he did beat the hell out of a piñata Crow look-alike. He almost approached, wiry frame trembling from his nerves at the thought of confrontation. Beck slumped slightly, crooked teeth chewing at his lip before he decided against it, moving to load heaps of food onto his plate instead.
With a gluttonous tower balancing on not one, but two plates, Beck settled himself on the floor to feast -- only to glance upward and jolt in surprise as the unnoticed spider descended from the rafters. Similar to Abathur in size, yet strikingly more colorful with a feminine voice and poise. The boy gawked for a moment, in the middle of cramming a muffin into his mouth. "...Your name's Itsy? Like... the nursery rhyme?" Obviously. What else included the adjective 'itsy'? He huffed quietly to himself, setting the muffin down and extending a bandage-wrapped paw to shake with either a leg or pedipalp or whatever worked. "M'name's Beck. Did you make all this food? It looks really good," he wheezed, forcing politeness to his streetwise demeanor. Hopefully, she wouldn't say anything about the number of treats he snatched, well able to clear a buffet table by his lonesome and not even get a bellyache.