[A blink, Gepard hesitates, his mouth frowning, and then-]
Right.
[-and he lets go of his grip on Sampo's arm, and, for that matter, makes a half-hearted attempt at shaking his other arm loose. (To be decided if Sampo lets him or not. It's a half-assed attempt anyway.) Regardless of how imprisoned his arm is, he marches forward and onward and then into the cafe.
It's a nice cafe, by Belobogian standards. He gets a look from one of the servers, which, well- he's a regular, and now he's here with a blue-haired nuisance, he supposes he should expect this. He quietly holds up a hand in response to the question: two fingers, two seats, the blue-haired nuisance which may or may not be on his arm is with him, they're sitting together.
His face is grim, his mouth set in a frown, they seem to believe that Sampo's heralding trouble (he is, not in the way they'd probably expect) and they're ushered to a table by the window without too much fanfare. Somewhere where they can sit with a little bit more quiet than the rest of the building. And Gepard has to ask himself just why did he agree to this, again? Why did he challenge Sampo to whatever-this-is? What is the point?
They're given two menus, and Gepard's ready to order, but- ah, he should wait for Sampo to make up his mind, and the girl who seated him- them walks away.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 02:45 am (UTC)Right.
[-and he lets go of his grip on Sampo's arm, and, for that matter, makes a half-hearted attempt at shaking his other arm loose. (To be decided if Sampo lets him or not. It's a half-assed attempt anyway.) Regardless of how imprisoned his arm is, he marches forward and onward and then into the cafe.
It's a nice cafe, by Belobogian standards. He gets a look from one of the servers, which, well- he's a regular, and now he's here with a blue-haired nuisance, he supposes he should expect this. He quietly holds up a hand in response to the question: two fingers, two seats, the blue-haired nuisance which may or may not be on his arm is with him, they're sitting together.
His face is grim, his mouth set in a frown, they seem to believe that Sampo's heralding trouble (he is, not in the way they'd probably expect) and they're ushered to a table by the window without too much fanfare. Somewhere where they can sit with a little bit more quiet than the rest of the building. And Gepard has to ask himself just why did he agree to this, again? Why did he challenge Sampo to whatever-this-is? What is the point?
They're given two menus, and Gepard's ready to order, but- ah, he should wait for Sampo to make up his mind, and the girl who seated him- them walks away.]