Huan wavers, thoughtfully, and then, with a massive thump and a whuff of air, rolls over onto his side. This is a sign of approval; Ilde is inoffensive, even if she carries with the scent of other animals (sort-of-cat, another dog, must investigate, boydoggirldog what is it), and Jules is giving The Scritchings. Very important part of the Huan approval process, those.
Meanwhile, Hasibe pauses with the phone, holding her hand over the mouth.
"It's...well, it's raw fish, but I can get some cooked, too--it's really good, I promise."
When she finishes her phone call, she meanders over to the little bar in the living room.
"We should have a preliminary drink, though, to start us off. They definitely don't have champagne at Gutters, and that'll keep us from getting completely wasted, soo--?" What do you two think? Hasi is flexible here, God knows she's got enough kinds of alcohol on the premises.
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Meanwhile, Hasibe pauses with the phone, holding her hand over the mouth.
"It's...well, it's raw fish, but I can get some cooked, too--it's really good, I promise."
When she finishes her phone call, she meanders over to the little bar in the living room.
"We should have a preliminary drink, though, to start us off. They definitely don't have champagne at Gutters, and that'll keep us from getting completely wasted, soo--?" What do you two think? Hasi is flexible here, God knows she's got enough kinds of alcohol on the premises.