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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Alright, William got another cup ready and then brought her her tea. Er, well, he stood there awkwardly with two mugs in hand, waiting to see where she was going to sit. "Please, make yourself at homeeee," he prompted, tilting his head toward the couch or one of the chairs. He didn't bite, alright? Plus, as long as Sammy wasn't sick, they might as well be comfortable while they chatted.
As for her question... well, that was surprisingly thoughtful. Still holding her mug in his right hand, he took a sip from his cup in his left. "That's... I mean, I wish I could tell you that they know the difference between a pet rat and a regular rat...." but.... Willy looked at Samm with an apologetic expression. "But unfortunately, I think that our kneazles just pounce on almost anything that moves." President included.
Now that she was invited to, Claudine opted for one of the chairs- the green plaid one. “Thank you,’’ she said, making herself comfortable as an introvert in an unfamiliar place possibly can. She took Samm from her shoulder and rested him on one of the arms of the chair. If Williamson would just ask, he’d be able to find out that the rat was healthy and quite safe to have scuttling around on his person.
She eyed the mug not being used, which she assumed was hers, before focusing on the man’s nose rather than his eyes. Claudine could feel the sinking disappointment which seemed to work its way from her chest all the way down to the pit of her belly. If she wasn’t so good at controlling her facial expressions, the disappointment would have registered on her face too. “Oh.’’ Claudine glanced at Samm who was looking over the edge of the armrest as though contemplating exploring the cabin. “I’ll just have to keep Samm away from President then.’’
Quickly, she moved on to the real reason for the visit. “Can you tell me about internship opportunities to work with creatures?” Darn it. She should have brought a book to make notes. “Please?” |
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