[ 'Befuddling' is a bit of an understatement here. ]
Eliot's my employee. I'm usually afternoon-evening shift.
[ Cleaning, checking through stock, judging the early drinkers. The boring, slow shift. He doesn't bother trying to explain why she never saw him before in all of the year that Weaver's has been open though. ]
I'm Lantar. [ The smell of coffee wafts up, thick and bitter, coiled up with the whiskey as he gives the drink a brief mix with a spoon before setting it in front of her. ] And before you get your hopes up, it's not happening.
[ Just. It wasn't as gentle as he'd like, but he's not really sure how else to go about it.
Like, yeah, she's a cute human, but he's not- it's not happening. He's got a list of Issues a mile long and if she knew what even half of them were, she wouldn't be looking him like that. ]
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Eliot's my employee. I'm usually afternoon-evening shift.
[ Cleaning, checking through stock, judging the early drinkers. The boring, slow shift. He doesn't bother trying to explain why she never saw him before in all of the year that Weaver's has been open though. ]
I'm Lantar. [ The smell of coffee wafts up, thick and bitter, coiled up with the whiskey as he gives the drink a brief mix with a spoon before setting it in front of her. ] And before you get your hopes up, it's not happening.
[ Just. It wasn't as gentle as he'd like, but he's not really sure how else to go about it.
Like, yeah, she's a cute human, but he's not- it's not happening. He's got a list of Issues a mile long and if she knew what even half of them were, she wouldn't be looking him like that. ]