-Zavien-
Raising his beer to one less night of indecision, he flashes Colt a bright smile. "Thank the gods for little blessings." There are still a thousand more nights to account for, but this isn't one of them, and he's ready to take it one step and one night at a time. It has to eventually lead somewhere. But for tonight, he has the pleasure of good company and good food.
Her rebuttal on Edith earns another low rumble of laughter. "I think Erika might take offense if I did." There's only room for one cranky old lady in his life, and the chef claimed that title a lifetime ago.
As Colt starts shifting meat around, Sol shuffles his paws, using every begging skill he possesses to ask for something - anything - she can give him. His golden eyes are wide and round, pupils blown with desire as he lets out the softest bit of a whine. There's even an impressive pout-like structure to his reptilian jaw, a bit of drool threatening to form on his lips.
Happy to let her handle his companion until he has portions of his own to share, he hops up at her command. Setting his beer on the railing, he leans into the playful banter. His head dips, voice teasingly stiff when he says, "Yes, ma'am." Before she can throw something at his head or lecture him on manners, Zavien slips through the screen door back into the house.
'First cabinet on the left.' 'First cabinet on the left.' 'First cabinet on the left.'
The words repeat on loop as he makes his way back into the kitchen. Taking inventory of the various cabinets, he immediately finds a problem. Top or bottom? First closest to the stove or first on the end? Which way is left?
Pausing, Zavien runs a hand through his hair, wishing they had labels or something. He debates going to ask Colt for clarification but quickly dismisses the idea. There aren't that many cabinets, and if he works fast enough, she'll never notice. So he jumps to it, starting with the upper cabinet on the end to find a stack of decorative bowls. Moving to his next choice, he finds a strange contraption that he doesn't look closely at. Only on his fourth try does he find the plates, smothering the awkwardness at having properly snooped through her kitchen.
He grabs two and moves swiftly back to the door, hoping Colt hasn't noticed is prolonged absence when he grins her way. "Are we eating out here? It's a nice enough night."
Her rebuttal on Edith earns another low rumble of laughter. "I think Erika might take offense if I did." There's only room for one cranky old lady in his life, and the chef claimed that title a lifetime ago.
As Colt starts shifting meat around, Sol shuffles his paws, using every begging skill he possesses to ask for something - anything - she can give him. His golden eyes are wide and round, pupils blown with desire as he lets out the softest bit of a whine. There's even an impressive pout-like structure to his reptilian jaw, a bit of drool threatening to form on his lips.
Happy to let her handle his companion until he has portions of his own to share, he hops up at her command. Setting his beer on the railing, he leans into the playful banter. His head dips, voice teasingly stiff when he says, "Yes, ma'am." Before she can throw something at his head or lecture him on manners, Zavien slips through the screen door back into the house.
'First cabinet on the left.' 'First cabinet on the left.' 'First cabinet on the left.'
The words repeat on loop as he makes his way back into the kitchen. Taking inventory of the various cabinets, he immediately finds a problem. Top or bottom? First closest to the stove or first on the end? Which way is left?
Pausing, Zavien runs a hand through his hair, wishing they had labels or something. He debates going to ask Colt for clarification but quickly dismisses the idea. There aren't that many cabinets, and if he works fast enough, she'll never notice. So he jumps to it, starting with the upper cabinet on the end to find a stack of decorative bowls. Moving to his next choice, he finds a strange contraption that he doesn't look closely at. Only on his fourth try does he find the plates, smothering the awkwardness at having properly snooped through her kitchen.
He grabs two and moves swiftly back to the door, hoping Colt hasn't noticed is prolonged absence when he grins her way. "Are we eating out here? It's a nice enough night."
Life is getting up one more time
than you've been knocked down.
than you've been knocked down.
