05-09-2020, 05:05 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Rin overheard the sound of coughing behind her, and turned to glance over at Raymond, her eyes wandering down to the cup of cider. Had he grabbed the alcoholic cider by accident? She'd put them in different colors of pitcher, but she probably should have labeled them specifically. Well, she could do that now. Turning to grab a marker from her bag, she wrote "alcoholic" on the green pitcher, and "non-alcoholic" on the white pitcher.
Putting the marker back, she offered Roman a nod in acknowledgement. The likelihood of Roman being recognized in his leopard form was low, but if anyone from Tanglewood asked, she'd be willing to deal with it. The likelihood of him, or whoever "controlled" him when he had attacked Selby, trying to pull anything with this many people around was even smaller. Still, she'd be careful.
Looking over at 2D, she gave him a slightly-more-enthused nod, the half-smile returning to her face. Then, looking to Raymond, she said after a moment, "Sorry, I should've labeled the pitchers ahead of time. The white pitcher's non-alcoholic, and the green pitcher's alcoholic." The fact that he was still drinking it suggested that the cider was of decent quality, at least. That was good to know; she hadn't tried it first. (She should've done that, too, but there was no point in dwelling on it now.)
Her eyes flickered between Raymond and Caesar as he approached, then over to Aurum as he arrived- returning his smile with a grateful nod. Carefully, she descended to the ground, then extended her telekinesis to retrieve her cup from the tabletop. Taking a sip of cider, she listened in to their conversation, twitching her ears. Caesar could introduce himself to Aurum. A thought struck her, the same thought of having a vague recollection of Caesar's name from before his appearance at Elysium's border- but, she figured, it was probably nothing. He hadn't caused any trouble since they'd let him in. If she turned out to be wrong and Tanglewood (or anyone else) did have a problem with him, she'd deal with that too.
She needed to stop getting wrapped up in these worst-case scenarios, though. After swallowing the cider, she turned to look at 2D. "How's Murdoc been?" she asked, twitching her ears. She hadn't seen much of Murdoc lately, but maybe he'd just been keeping to himself. Either way, 2D would probably know.
Putting the marker back, she offered Roman a nod in acknowledgement. The likelihood of Roman being recognized in his leopard form was low, but if anyone from Tanglewood asked, she'd be willing to deal with it. The likelihood of him, or whoever "controlled" him when he had attacked Selby, trying to pull anything with this many people around was even smaller. Still, she'd be careful.
Looking over at 2D, she gave him a slightly-more-enthused nod, the half-smile returning to her face. Then, looking to Raymond, she said after a moment, "Sorry, I should've labeled the pitchers ahead of time. The white pitcher's non-alcoholic, and the green pitcher's alcoholic." The fact that he was still drinking it suggested that the cider was of decent quality, at least. That was good to know; she hadn't tried it first. (She should've done that, too, but there was no point in dwelling on it now.)
Her eyes flickered between Raymond and Caesar as he approached, then over to Aurum as he arrived- returning his smile with a grateful nod. Carefully, she descended to the ground, then extended her telekinesis to retrieve her cup from the tabletop. Taking a sip of cider, she listened in to their conversation, twitching her ears. Caesar could introduce himself to Aurum. A thought struck her, the same thought of having a vague recollection of Caesar's name from before his appearance at Elysium's border- but, she figured, it was probably nothing. He hadn't caused any trouble since they'd let him in. If she turned out to be wrong and Tanglewood (or anyone else) did have a problem with him, she'd deal with that too.
She needed to stop getting wrapped up in these worst-case scenarios, though. After swallowing the cider, she turned to look at 2D. "How's Murdoc been?" she asked, twitching her ears. She hadn't seen much of Murdoc lately, but maybe he'd just been keeping to himself. Either way, 2D would probably know.
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