Suddenly there was an immediate explosion of chatter and excitement around her, and she sort of just shrunk back against the wall, still not having entered the café as more and more people arrived and spoke interesting things. She simply hoped that she wasn’t in the way of any of these people, and therefore kind of shrunk in on herself. She really didn’t take heed of the golden haired girl who had tried apologizing, as she really didn’t mind it at all, other than the fact that Seiri might be a little disappointed she still didn’t have the things she needed.
As Eros arrived on the scene, she kind stepped to the side and held the bags closer to her chest, and as he poked fun at the new guy here at the café, she couldn’t help a small smile coming onto her face. But it really wasn’t her place to be here anyhow, and Odie really should have been in the kitchens five minutes ago, and yet another person, one she actually recognized, sort of merged into the group.
Haru was a nice guy, but really reserved around everyone who worked at the café. It was sort of weird really, considering she didn’t necessarily
work there, and yet the boy still avoided all gazes with that reserved look of his. Otter’s curiosity peaked when he asked Eros to speak privately, but she quickly scolded herself for wondering about other people’s personal business.
With the hubbub around her, Odie apparently got lost in the scene, as all attention was focused on Eros, but everyone was still positioned at a point where she thought it to be rude to try to interrupt and push past them. So there she remained, waiting patiently for all of this to dispel, when suddenly Eros decided to call Shima over to assist Blaire around the restaurant, thus making Otter come to a quick decision to make a break for it as swiftly as possible.
Ducking her head, she sort of wormed her way around the masses, making soft apologies for miniscule bumps, but otherwise made it through without any real issues. As she skirted to the left and through the kitchen doors, she came upon the scene of a slightly panicking Seiri and blood dripping onto the floor. A look of horror filled Odie’s features, and she quickly- though carefully- placed the bags on a nearby counter before appearing at her side to assist. She highly doubted that the kitchen held medical supplies, which was a little ironic considering that was where all the sharp, pointy, and dangerous things were located, but went to grab a clean cloth to stem the small blood flow.
“Ah, Seiri, you’re hurt, hold still for just a second…. Do you need any help with stirring or anything? Would you rather me do that instead?” It was a little hard to discern whether she should be focusing more on Seiri or on her food- mainly because the woman always seemed to have a greater concern for the latter, and Odie didn’t want to make her more stressed by asking her to stop working.