Dinner with The Count
Who: Count D and Abe
What: Catching up over dinner
Where: The Pet Shop
When: Evening, around 8pm October 8th, 2011
Rating: PG for pets galore!
Status: Closed / Incomplete
Unlike most evenings, D wasn't replenishing the incense in the censure to muddle and make a potential client more at ease, but to mask the smell wafting from the upstairs loft. T-chan was always in a particularly bad mood when he made century egg congee, but the weather had finally turned and with it came D's craving for the rice porridge delicacy.
The front of the shop looked almost homey, in a sinister sort of way--the table usually used to review and sign dangerous contracts had been covered with a bright red and gold tablecloth last seen when Chris was a regular dinner guest; a candelabra used only for atmosphere glowed warmly in the center, casting a welcoming light to a usually darkened corner of the shop. Animals scurried around D as he prepared for his guest, one in particular nearly tripping him--an aggitated looking female racoon.
"How come Honlon gets to sit at the table and I don't?" Pon-chan asked, pouting as best her little rodent feature allowed.
"We're special. That's why." Jun-Rei replied with a smirk, sliding into a high lacquered chair dressed in a new knit sweater dress.
"Honlon is different, Pon-chan, she can appear as a human without the aid of the incense--if anyone were to disturb us during dinner it would be beyond suspension of belief to see a raccoon eating at the table." D said, bring over the ever-present tea tray and sliding it gracefully onto the table. He had to choose his words`carefully because the dragon's effort to appear human had much more to do with her just getting table privileges. "Besides, you make such an awful mess eating regularly if I left you on the table I'd be cleaning for a week, you know that."
He reached down and stroked the animal's thick, coarse fur adoringly. "So just be a good girl while Mr. Sapien is here tonight, please? Keep T-chan out of trouble." The man chuckled playfully in the direction of a rather miffed looking orange goat.
"Oh all right." The racoon waddled over to the daybed where T-chan sulked, scrabbled up and nuzzled against him affectionately.
The goat harumphed melodramatically. D rolled odd colored eyes and sighed, waiting for his guest to arrive.
What: Catching up over dinner
Where: The Pet Shop
When: Evening, around 8pm October 8th, 2011
Rating: PG for pets galore!
Status: Closed / Incomplete
Unlike most evenings, D wasn't replenishing the incense in the censure to muddle and make a potential client more at ease, but to mask the smell wafting from the upstairs loft. T-chan was always in a particularly bad mood when he made century egg congee, but the weather had finally turned and with it came D's craving for the rice porridge delicacy.
The front of the shop looked almost homey, in a sinister sort of way--the table usually used to review and sign dangerous contracts had been covered with a bright red and gold tablecloth last seen when Chris was a regular dinner guest; a candelabra used only for atmosphere glowed warmly in the center, casting a welcoming light to a usually darkened corner of the shop. Animals scurried around D as he prepared for his guest, one in particular nearly tripping him--an aggitated looking female racoon.
"How come Honlon gets to sit at the table and I don't?" Pon-chan asked, pouting as best her little rodent feature allowed.
"We're special. That's why." Jun-Rei replied with a smirk, sliding into a high lacquered chair dressed in a new knit sweater dress.
"Honlon is different, Pon-chan, she can appear as a human without the aid of the incense--if anyone were to disturb us during dinner it would be beyond suspension of belief to see a raccoon eating at the table." D said, bring over the ever-present tea tray and sliding it gracefully onto the table. He had to choose his words`carefully because the dragon's effort to appear human had much more to do with her just getting table privileges. "Besides, you make such an awful mess eating regularly if I left you on the table I'd be cleaning for a week, you know that."
He reached down and stroked the animal's thick, coarse fur adoringly. "So just be a good girl while Mr. Sapien is here tonight, please? Keep T-chan out of trouble." The man chuckled playfully in the direction of a rather miffed looking orange goat.
"Oh all right." The racoon waddled over to the daybed where T-chan sulked, scrabbled up and nuzzled against him affectionately.
The goat harumphed melodramatically. D rolled odd colored eyes and sighed, waiting for his guest to arrive.