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14.Aug.13, 10:03 PM
Hm. Awkward.
S'kef stood, frozen in place with his curled fist still on the table, eyes locked furiously on Flit. Of course, to any onlookers it would appear as if he were glaring at the girl, not at the tiny green...just as it sounded like he'd shouted at her, too. Flit stood in transfixed shame, her tiny body hunkered miserably right on top what had once been Arddra's plate of food, peeping soft little apologies as she buried her face behind both wingtips.
S'kef groaned. "Get over here!" he snapped, pointing at his shoulder and grunting as she hurriedly returned to him. She curled on his shoulder, pawing and pining for his forgiveness, nut he ignored her. What a bad girl! So his little green was growing prone to outbursts at people S'kef himself was suspicious of? Was that what had just happened, or would it require more examination? He surely didn't want it to happen again. How unprofessional! He ignored her for now, blind and deaf to her whimpering, and ran his hand through his hair and let out a huffing sigh.
"Shit," he grumbled as he seated himself again. He leered at the spilled plate and shook his head. He figured an apology was in order, but at the same time, was overturning one's chair and rushing away in such a manner really necessary? Maybe he was just in a foul mood and apt to blame it on anyone and everyone! He bit back his venom and turned his dour expression on Arddra.
"...Not sure what got into her," he said. It was as close to an apology as she was going to get. The onlookers had already lost interest, but he could hear the gossip starting to flutter about, wondering what had happened to set him off. They seemed to be locking in on Arddra as the source. He supposed it might have looked that way...heh. Funny.
He called out for another glass of wine, not caring who brought it to him. Flit had given up on earning forgiveness and was now simply sitting dejectedly. S'kef rubbed his face for a second and looked to the girl again, wondering if she would even still be there when he glanced her way. "Nothing to see, people..." he grumbled as he motioned the lingering gawkers away.
S'kef stood, frozen in place with his curled fist still on the table, eyes locked furiously on Flit. Of course, to any onlookers it would appear as if he were glaring at the girl, not at the tiny green...just as it sounded like he'd shouted at her, too. Flit stood in transfixed shame, her tiny body hunkered miserably right on top what had once been Arddra's plate of food, peeping soft little apologies as she buried her face behind both wingtips.
S'kef groaned. "Get over here!" he snapped, pointing at his shoulder and grunting as she hurriedly returned to him. She curled on his shoulder, pawing and pining for his forgiveness, nut he ignored her. What a bad girl! So his little green was growing prone to outbursts at people S'kef himself was suspicious of? Was that what had just happened, or would it require more examination? He surely didn't want it to happen again. How unprofessional! He ignored her for now, blind and deaf to her whimpering, and ran his hand through his hair and let out a huffing sigh.
"Shit," he grumbled as he seated himself again. He leered at the spilled plate and shook his head. He figured an apology was in order, but at the same time, was overturning one's chair and rushing away in such a manner really necessary? Maybe he was just in a foul mood and apt to blame it on anyone and everyone! He bit back his venom and turned his dour expression on Arddra.
"...Not sure what got into her," he said. It was as close to an apology as she was going to get. The onlookers had already lost interest, but he could hear the gossip starting to flutter about, wondering what had happened to set him off. They seemed to be locking in on Arddra as the source. He supposed it might have looked that way...heh. Funny.
He called out for another glass of wine, not caring who brought it to him. Flit had given up on earning forgiveness and was now simply sitting dejectedly. S'kef rubbed his face for a second and looked to the girl again, wondering if she would even still be there when he glanced her way. "Nothing to see, people..." he grumbled as he motioned the lingering gawkers away.
