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- Posted: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 23:18:25 +0000
- Cicily pushed her hair from her face as she looked at the girl enjoying her food. She waved her hand as if it was nothing. She smiled tenderly at the young woman. “Take your time hun. There is no need to rush.” She said softly as she looked over to the others. She looked over to see Dzul looking at her. She laughed as she reached behind the counter for his treat jar, and pulled on out. She then pulled out another, and tossed one for Dzul to eat and the other for Skittles. She knew that the place was going to shape up well. She had to enjoy that she was making someone happy. Everything seemed to be going well. She watched as the young woman enjoyed her food, and she sipped her own drink as she crossed her long legs. Normally she would be dressed in more relaxed clothing, but she wanted to appear professional for Bishop. She took a deep breath in, and wondered what to do with the others. If they wanted something to eat, they would enjoy the meals. She had to also make sure though that the others would be happy.
She looked over to the young woman, and smiled at her. She was about to say something when Ushiko snapped her own fingers and a tiny flame danced for what seemed like a moment. She smiled as she nodded to her, telling her that she would keep her little secret. She hadn’t even told Bishop about her own new found abilities. She was nervous, and she knew that he had given up some of his own abilities the last time he died. She shook her head, as she felt stupid for leaving him to go through that alone. She leaned over and whispered to her, “I won’t tell if you won’t.” she said softly as she looked around. She laid a hand on the woman’s leg momentarily, “Oh, and just call me Cici. No need for the ma’am part.” She said and then returned her hands to the glass in front of her. She smiled at her as she watched her enjoy the food. She didn’t know a lot about other races and how they digested their food or anything. She watched with interest as she grabbed up an apple. She didn’t know what to do to cut up, and she did the next best thing.
She let her hand rest on her thigh, and slip up momentarily up the side of her thigh. She smiled slyly as she pulled a blade from its holder. She always had a knife on her, but she never seemed to use it for violence unless she was supposed to. She soon quickly had the apple sliced up in even slices, and had the core out. She tossed them in the trash behind the bar, cleaned the blade on one of the bar napkins. She made a mental note about cleaning it thoroughly later. She smiled as she slipped it back into its sheath. She soon was munching happily on the cored, sliced apple. She put the pieces on the napkin, and then slid some over to the other woman. She motioned for her to have some too. She munched on the delicious red apple, turning it over in her hand, enjoying the color and texture of it.