There's something about the young human's presence that makes Barry's fur stand on end, tongue grazing his big, pointed teeth with a touch of hunger he wasn't aware he possessed. Lup crosses the room to greet him, passing the other patrons - all of them younger, smaller, more attractive than him - and he can't deny the little surge of pride that rushes through him at that, a feeling of strength, of power. A strange, unfamiliar sense of dominance.
But as she plops down beside him, Barry doesn't even get his cool (pre-rehearsed) greeting out before she's drinking his scotch and rambling about her day.
It's... a lot. But Barry listens, tries to follow along, completely unable to understand her references to "goth" or "Skeletor" or "uber". He's doing his best, okay? At least he understands Netflix. And eating face. He's very much thinking about eating face with--]
H-Hi.
[The foozle's grinning, relieved to see that she's okay - and that she made it here to hang out with him. The ten minute wait and the eternally long ramble was completely worth it.]
Sounds like you've had quite the day, huh? [He chuckles, resting his hand on the table. Within touching distance.] All I did since meetin' ya was gettin' some dinner and combin' my hair.
Uh-- Can I get ya a drink, maybe? What're you havin'?
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There's something about the young human's presence that makes Barry's fur stand on end, tongue grazing his big, pointed teeth with a touch of hunger he wasn't aware he possessed. Lup crosses the room to greet him, passing the other patrons - all of them younger, smaller, more attractive than him - and he can't deny the little surge of pride that rushes through him at that, a feeling of strength, of power. A strange, unfamiliar sense of dominance.
But as she plops down beside him, Barry doesn't even get his cool (pre-rehearsed) greeting out before she's drinking his scotch and rambling about her day.
It's... a lot. But Barry listens, tries to follow along, completely unable to understand her references to "goth" or "Skeletor" or "uber". He's doing his best, okay? At least he understands Netflix. And eating face. He's very much thinking about eating face with--]
H-Hi.
[The foozle's grinning, relieved to see that she's okay - and that she made it here to hang out with him. The ten minute wait and the eternally long ramble was completely worth it.]
Sounds like you've had quite the day, huh? [He chuckles, resting his hand on the table. Within touching distance.] All I did since meetin' ya was gettin' some dinner and combin' my hair.
Uh-- Can I get ya a drink, maybe? What're you havin'?