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 Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 7:27 pm
"I see. Well, that is good, then." Zharkov could not help the way his eyes narrowed in a mock-suspicious manner, grin sharpening as Kozel so adamantly insisted that he was not lonely. Seemed rather contradictory to Zharkov. No friends to speak of, but not lonesome at all? It wasn't his place to say anything, unfortunately, and he didn't know Kozel well enough to argue. Part of him understood his friend's pain, however. It could be difficult to blend into a new place, even if you'd been around for so long. If Zharkov hadn't come with friends, he could only imagine how much more stressful the transition might have been. He glanced down at the sensation of the feline rubbing up against his ankles once again, nudging the cat with a foot, for which he was rewarded a rather disgruntled mewl.
"Yes, it is getting rather late, isn't it." Zharkov sighed softly as he pressed himself to his feet, sensing Kozel's impending departure. "Thank you very much for the tea, Kozel, and the conversation. Nice change of pace for me." Zharkov said almost playfully as he shooed the cat back under his chair, where he stretched, yawned, and flopped back onto the floor. "I would like that, yes. I'll be here for a few days, possibly the rest of the week. I'll see you around again, no doubt." Zharkov regarded the other though shaded eyes and easy-going grin, obviously not as daunted by the prospect of a second meeting as Kozel seemed to be.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 7:03 pm
As soon as Kozel noted Zharkov getting up, he shot up out of his seat to stand also, finally, and was once again all too keenly aware of the other's man height. He was not quite intimidated as before, however, as Zharkov's relaxed expression struck him as rather boyish, a silly look not at all suited for a man who had to be at least 40, he guessed (probably rather generously), and immediately Kozel wanted to sit back down and know more about him now.
A thousand questions suddenly flooded his mind, questions he hadn't thought to ask before when this wasn't going to last but, with that infectious grin and the reassurance that Zharkov did actually enjoy himself—enough to repeat the occasion, even—Kozel felt that next time could be easier. Yes, he could save the questions for next time. He could even learn to ignore the grimalkin, although that beast counted as one of the questions.
Kozel would betray none of his eagerness as ideas came to him, partly because he didn't want to seem desperate or anything, mostly because he was still afraid of Zharkov anyway. Even so, as he put on his more natural, brusque disposition, returning to his role as servant, Kozel stood a little straighter, seemed a little less jumpy, unable to completely conceal his pleasure.
"Tea is my specialty, you know. You are always welcome to request my service. I am here to make your stay at Fox and Hounds Inn the greatest it can be," he spoke like he was doing Zharkov a grand honor while also practically begging him to please, please make any excuse to see me anytime as he resettled everything on the tray, pausing for a brief moment to wonder if he should offer a handshake in farewell because it seemed like the right time to do so but no, that was too forward and entirely not in his place as servant so with hands full he stepped away, then stopped again.
"...Keep your animal under control."
He sounded exasperated as he gave one final sweep with his critical gaze to make sure the coast was clear before cautiously moving to the door, but as he smartly balanced the tray in one hand and opened the door to slip out, Kozel gave a small smile to show he was half-joking with his new acquaintance, adding in their shared language, "Cause no trouble." And with that, he was gone, door shut gently even if the hammering of his heart was anything but.
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