28.May.13, 11:40 PM
A bearlike man came sprinting down the hall and suddenly Terken had the impression that it wasn't the kitchen alone he needed to fear, but the one assigned to help him. He looked almost as graceless as Ravana.
Kela had no such reservations. She let her tail wave and offered the man a courtesy sniff, then decided she liked him and licked his hand, butting his hand gently in a plea for pettings.
Deciding to offer the man the benefit of the doubt, he stood on his own two feet, taking his weight off the wall. "It is alright. I'm sure the kitchen staff doesn't want me in there quite yet. I'm really bad at cooking." He offered fair warning, shaking the man's left hand in a firm grip.
"You hurt your other hand?" He looked at him curiously, Kela giving him a mournful look. "I'm Terken, sorry." He offered up a friendly smile, looking over the man, and thinking to himself that he oddly reminded Terken of wll broken in, well stuffed armchair. Not necessarily pretty to look at, but nice to spend time with and comfortable. Now wasn't that an odd thought to have about the one he was sharing chores with?
Hearing one of the women wondering where their help was, he winced and edged behind M'din just a bit. Women were scary creatures. He'd learned that very well growing up. He pissed them off and if he was lucky he might learn why. Most of the time, a woman went off on him without telling him why, or acted like he was something scary. Or they giggled, and made him wonder if he was doing something worth giggling over. "Looks like we are...wanted."
Kela had no such reservations. She let her tail wave and offered the man a courtesy sniff, then decided she liked him and licked his hand, butting his hand gently in a plea for pettings.
Deciding to offer the man the benefit of the doubt, he stood on his own two feet, taking his weight off the wall. "It is alright. I'm sure the kitchen staff doesn't want me in there quite yet. I'm really bad at cooking." He offered fair warning, shaking the man's left hand in a firm grip.
"You hurt your other hand?" He looked at him curiously, Kela giving him a mournful look. "I'm Terken, sorry." He offered up a friendly smile, looking over the man, and thinking to himself that he oddly reminded Terken of wll broken in, well stuffed armchair. Not necessarily pretty to look at, but nice to spend time with and comfortable. Now wasn't that an odd thought to have about the one he was sharing chores with?
Hearing one of the women wondering where their help was, he winced and edged behind M'din just a bit. Women were scary creatures. He'd learned that very well growing up. He pissed them off and if he was lucky he might learn why. Most of the time, a woman went off on him without telling him why, or acted like he was something scary. Or they giggled, and made him wonder if he was doing something worth giggling over. "Looks like we are...wanted."