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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 1:12 pm
Licenziare chuckles, "Always expect the worst out of the best, that's what my mother tells me." He looks over at Amyla and smiles softly, "Yeah, you meet all sorts of mixed creatures at the Night Demon - Acuzio has made it as a sort of Safe-Haven for all us anthros and any who are friends." He nods and points to the building on a corner, a bright neon sign with a moon and a set of demon wings spread out on it. "Right there. Drive around to the back, we can use one of the spaces back there." The line was extremely long, winding around the side of the building. Standing at the door was a demon in fishnet and leather checking IDs'. Another anthro stood beside him, helping drag the ones with fake IDs' off to the side and shooing them off as well as helping open the double steel doors.
Gregory grins sheepishly and nods, helping Yana down from the counter. "I should learn how to do sign language." He mutters to himself, opening the fridge and the fruit drawer. He smiles at the little girl and holds his hand out to the open drawer, "You pick."
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 1:21 pm
"Oh, I'm expecting and preparing for the absolute worst. I just hope it doesn't come to that," Amyla replied with a soft sigh. It wasn't just the troubled kids themselves she was concerned about; she had an infant and a toddler, not to mention a granddaughter, in the same household. She spied the building and followed his directions, driving around the back to park her car in one of the spaces. "Well, here goes nothing," she muttered, nervously tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear as she moved to unlock the door and step out.
Yana, her duck tucked firmly beneath one arm, grinned a bit at this communication success. She perked up noticeably when her feet touched firm ground again, her grin widening at the sight of the fruit drawer. She pointed at an apple almost instantly before turning up to Gregory. She made a fist with her right hand, the knuckle of her first finger up a little higher than the rest. Then she touched her knuckle to her right cheek and rocked her hand back and forth, pointing to the apple with her other hand.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 1:30 pm
"Then you're all set. If you ever need any help with the munchkins, don't be afraid to ask any of the other parents." He giggles and gets out of the car also, shutting his door as he brushes a loose strand of his hair from his eyes, "No need to be nervous, Amyla. Plus, you're getting a special treat. Because I know the dancers through family and the household, you get to meet them and be 'backstage'." He walks up to the door, knocking on it three times softly and twice a little harder.
Even though he had no idea what she was meaning with the hand gestures, Gregory had an idea that she was happy and wanted the apple. He chuckles and picks the item up, pushes the drawer closed with a foot and walks over to the sink, shutting the fridge door as he did. He hums to himself for a moment, peeling the little sticker off and the stem, tossing both into the trash and washing the fruit off. He turns to Yana and tilts his head slightly, "You want it in pieces?" He motions to the cutting board sitting beside the sink and the knives up against the wall. He also holds up the apple some, watching Yana for her reply.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 1:53 pm
Amyla gave a wry smile. "If only it was the munchkins that were the problem," she said softly, shutting and locking the door before slipping the keys into a safe inner pocket of jacket. No need to lose the keys. "Well, bring it on!" she said with as much cheer and bravery as she could muster, striding up behind him to the door.
Yana didn't need to read his lips (or try to) to know what he meant when he gestured to the cutting board. She nodded vigorously, smiling as widely as she could. "Yeeeeeze," she said carefully aloud, the closest she could get to articulating the word 'please.' 'P' sounds were hard to learn, after all. She trotted over closer to him to watch, curious about how one worked around a kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:11 pm
The door opens and another hybrid grins at Licen, "Well, long time no see." He opens the door more to let the two in, "And whos' your friend?" He smiles softly at Amyla, his tail poofing up behind him. He wore a fishnet shirt and a black skirt that hung down around his knees.
"Hey Gahiji, this is Amlya, a friend that I met at work." Licen smiles and kisses the other on the cheek as he went by, motioning Amyla after him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you then, miss. Hope you enjoy your night here at the Night Demon." he giggles and shuts the door behind them.
The older hybrid grins and turns around again, setting the apple on the cutting board and pulling a small knife out carefully. He glances down at Yana and chuckles. "Here." he sets the knife down away from the edge of the counter and fetches a chair from the little island. He sets it beside him and picks Yana up, setting her on the chair. "There we go, you can see better now." He grins and returns to his task, carefully cutting the apple into even pieces.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:19 pm
Amyla smiled back. "A pleasure to meet you as well," she said, sliding in the door after Licen. She fought hard to keep her nerves from showing, but it was difficult. This was most definitely new territory for her, and she really had no idea what to expect.
Yana watched as he retrieved the chair, not understanding his intention at first until he picked her up and set her down on it. Realization dawned, and she grinned, holding her ducky close. She watched curiously as he carefully cut up the apple, recognizing the knife as one of those objects that her mother had told her not to touch. Knives made boo-boos, and Yana did not want one of those. She wisely kept her hands occupied with clutching her duck and made no move to retrieve the sliced apple while the knife was still present and moving.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:38 pm
Licenziare glances back and grins at Amyla, "Just relax, no need to be nervous." he giggles and turns back around, letting out a squeek as something dark tackles him.
"You made it!" The figure squeels in delight, the flame colored hair seemingly out of place amoung the black fur and golden eyes.
"Of course I did, uncle! I wouldn't miss your show for anything. I brought a friend along as well." Licen giggles and nods his head towards Amyla, "Mrs. Amyla, this is Arick - my uncle. Arick, Mrs. Amyla - one of the ladies from the Clinic."
"Howdy! It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Amyla." The feline giggles and lets go of Licen, walking up to Amyla and holding a delicate hand out. He wore no shirt and it seemed he wasn't wearing any pants either, but if one looked closer at his hips where a bright green snake tattoo curled around his waist line, he wore dark black leather pants.
Gregory finishes up and tosses the core away, washing the knife and returning it to it's place. He reaches up into the cabinet for a plate and puts the pieces onto it, washing the cutting board afterwards. He thinks for a moment and goes to the fridge again, pulling out a small plastic container. He grins and walks back to Yana, opening it and setting it on the plate with the apple. The richly color substance inside smelled sweet and looked tasty, "Try it." Gregory takes a smaller slice of the apple and dips it into the side dish, scooping a small portion up onto the slice and handing it to Yana.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 2:50 pm
Amyla really should have been surprised when the dark feline leapt out at Licen, but her kids had her too used to surprise attacks. She had to grin at his enthusiasm, and she extended her own hand to shake his, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. "Hello, Arick. Please just call me Amyla. I'm not married, and I'm trying not to feel too old," she said, wrinkling her nose just a little in self-reproach. "My kids make me feel old enough as is!"
Yana watched with avid interest as Gregory moved about the kitchen. She could faintly hear some of the sounds that he made in the process of clean-up and cut-up, and while she couldn't really categorize the noises, they were interesting nonetheless. She tilted her head to one side and made an inquisitive noise when he pulled the small container from the fridge. When he opened it, she could smell the sweetness of it, and it got her interest immediately. When a dipped slice was offered, she took it and gave it a cautious lick, eyes wide. It didn't seem immediately dangerous, so she took another lick. And another.
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