Into the Tavern come two people, an odd pairing to say the least. One, a tall, brown-haired, male Keeper with mismatched eyes and a skittish look about him, carbuncle perched across his shoulders. The other, a male, dark-cyan-haired Dunesfolk with a sharp, observant expression on his otherwise adorable face. The two make their way to the counter to order their drinks, both asking for tea. Party folks, these two.
And so, drinks in their hands, they venture to the tavern proper, searching for a good place to settle down in. A large Highlander walks a bit too close for comfort to the Keeper and the young man backs up, bumping his rear against the edge of the nearby table full of people ((y'all)). The poor Miqo'te jumps a foot into the air in surprise, face suddenly as red as an apple. The carbuncle previously atop his shoulders leaps to the floor and watches with big, blank eyes the coming spectacle.
His Lalafell friend seems absent, separated, somehow, so the Keeper turns around, face red, and begins his attempt at words, "E-er... S-sorry... There was a... and... um... h-he... so I... um... and then... ah... erm... Sorry..."
And so, drinks in their hands, they venture to the tavern proper, searching for a good place to settle down in. A large Highlander walks a bit too close for comfort to the Keeper and the young man backs up, bumping his rear against the edge of the nearby table full of people ((y'all)). The poor Miqo'te jumps a foot into the air in surprise, face suddenly as red as an apple. The carbuncle previously atop his shoulders leaps to the floor and watches with big, blank eyes the coming spectacle.
His Lalafell friend seems absent, separated, somehow, so the Keeper turns around, face red, and begins his attempt at words, "E-er... S-sorry... There was a... and... um... h-he... so I... um... and then... ah... erm... Sorry..."
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