Snippet #1482587

Rakka

”Thanks for making breakfast for me.”

Alright. Rakka was officially melted at this point. Returning the warmth of his smile, he pets his fingers lightly through that blond hair before going over and putting the plate before him, adding a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee alongside the plate. “Yer welcome, honey.” Chuckling as he realizes how worn out Dayereth likely is after the night before, he also fetches him silverware and condiments for the food/coffee. “Well, that was the dryer! Ah’ll be right back,” he states, reacting to a distant and likely inaudible ding from upstairs. Scampering off one he sees the other start tuckering into the food, he returns not long after in his day clothes, sitting down next to him at the table, content to watch him eat.

“So… Ah’m guessin’ yer not up t’walkin’ about. Tha’s fine. Y’gotta ride, right?” At the affirmative, he pets that blond hair again. Finally, they’re out the door by noon, on their way to the bar by noonish, sure to arrive not long after.


Chaos Night

Rakka

Taking his playmate by the hand, he leads him inside the closed looking bar, eyes adjusting quickly to the general indoor gloom.

“Heya bosslady! Ah’m ‘ere, jus’ as Ah said Ah would.” His voice, of course, is as cheerful and friendly as always, loud enough to call her out from her office, if that’s where she happens to be.