"Haven't met Foxtrot yet, huh? Yeeeah, well, first he declared my friend a god, and started a church in his name. So I asked him since myself and our two friends on the team are important, we up there in the pantheon, too? And he said yeah."
Peter then grinned, and took another swig of his beer, "So yeah, I'm a God of Speech according to him. Makes sense really. I'm the spokesperson for our business."
Raptors are attracted to bright colors. Generally for Raptor Red's kind, it's the color red. But that doesn't mena she's above investigating shiny things. Which would be the reason why Peter has two Utahraptors walking up to stare at him, blinking slowly.
Red tilts her head to the side, snorting quietly. "Phhhr?"
Scribble squawked cheerfully at the mention of Ray-she recognized his name. But the suit was more interesting at the moment. She trotted forward, aiming to take an experimental nibble.
Red, meanwhile, kept her head tilted to the side. Feeling better? Unlike Scribble, she hadn't gone visiting yet, and so was a little in the dark. "Khht?"
"Hey, Scribble, no bite. If you're hungry just say so." Peter warned, and tried to wave over a waitrat. They were keeping their distance from the dinosaurs though.
And to Red, he added, sort of getting the head tilt, "Yeah, Ray's sick, but he'll be back soon."
He then got up with a sigh, and went to order some large steaks for the dinosaurs. Well, steaks for Red, and some ground burger for Scribble since he wasn't sure what the younger one could handle.
The plates were then brought up, and placed nearby where they could access them when they wanted to. Obviously, Peter didn't know much on raptor care and such, other than very basics.
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But, geez.
Taking an exceptionally long puff of his cigar, he asks,
"What's with the get-up?
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"Declared you a what?"
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Peter then grinned, and took another swig of his beer, "So yeah, I'm a God of Speech according to him. Makes sense really. I'm the spokesperson for our business."
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Red tilts her head to the side, snorting quietly. "Phhhr?"
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Red, meanwhile, kept her head tilted to the side. Feeling better? Unlike Scribble, she hadn't gone visiting yet, and so was a little in the dark. "Khht?"
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And to Red, he added, sort of getting the head tilt, "Yeah, Ray's sick, but he'll be back soon."
He then got up with a sigh, and went to order some large steaks for the dinosaurs. Well, steaks for Red, and some ground burger for Scribble since he wasn't sure what the younger one could handle.
The plates were then brought up, and placed nearby where they could access them when they wanted to. Obviously, Peter didn't know much on raptor care and such, other than very basics.
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