fenris gray is having a bad day. he is lonely. he is without friends. and worst of all, he's been killing himself working overtime for the councilman. long nights spent doing menial data entry, ensuring 'proper documentation' is all in order. that the councilman's pyroar reserve is running as it should. 

all those things that fenris is there to stop from leaking through the cracks. 

so he's sitting with a scowl on his face (because he's never quite mastered how to hide his irritation) and has trouble wiping it away as he looks up at the boy before him. 

"coffee. with cream." his belly growls, a painful reminder that he'd worked through his lunch again. "what d'you recommend?" he asks with a sigh. 

@leone

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not one blink, not two, but three blinks are given in repetition at the way the redhead almost barks out the order. it’s forgiven because leone’s shallow enough that fenris’ good looks help ease the brunt of the verbal assault.

”well, for a sigh that heavy and a frown that downcast, i’m inclined to say that you’ll want something a little stronger than coffee.” leone shrugged, eyebrows raising as he rolled his eyes dramatically with thinned lips of pure comedic timing. ”but i mean, that’s just me.

“as far as menu items, if you’re allergy free, there’s an appetizer and meal special with the purchase of a draft beer.”

specials are usually what heavy sighing annoyed workers from a long day want to talk about, so he tries that angle.

[attr="class","leonebr"] @fenris

"unfortunately for me, my boss happens to be a jackass and one whiff of the good stuff on my breath won't be doing me any favors." he sighs regrettably and gives the tired-looking server a once-over. and he deliberates - one second, two - and finally decides that, yes, he wants to turn on the charm. 

or at least talk to another human being for at least the span of five minutes. 

"i didn't ask for cheap specials. i asked what you'd recommend. so how 'bout this - i'll order your name and your favorite thing on the menu."

@leone

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