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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:47 pm
Echo all but refused to leave her waist-high staff behind. She couldn't quite explain it, but it was if the metal itself either called to her or demanded her attention. So when the woman had to meet a client at a small restaurant, there was no question about it - the staff was coming with.
The small woman sat in her chair, crouched over her notes and information required for the meeting. It was fairly drive, talking about funds, arrangements, dates, and opportunities. Her purse was strapped on the back of her chair and the staff leaned against the table leg. Her salad was all but untouched and her water's lemon still floated above the ice - an indication it too had not been altered as Echo usually pushed the thing under the ice before taking any sips (don't want the yellow fruit to be blocking the water flow, now, do we?)
Echo mumbled under her breath, adding more notes to her already lead-befuddled paper. Looking at her watch, the woman saw that she still had more than enough time - though she still felt wholely unprepared.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:27 pm
“Okay Odette….you know the drill right?” The dark haired youth said softly, his pale green hues gentle and soft towards the little girl. They had gone over the rules numerous of times with the little girl, yet he there was still this nagging worry. Oh sweet little Odette, she had the face of an angel but the mannerisms of an imp.
”Yessss Maaaaaaaaaaaarty!” The little girl stressed, rolling her own vibrate green hues. “I am not to take my hat off, hoodie, and not to throw food” Odette listed off on her thin mocha fingers.
”And?” Marty prompted wearily, absently itching his cheek as the other held her hand. Watching the little girl puff up her cheeks and frown, he poked her shoulder to get her to verbally agree.
”And shoes are not for throwing, Marty I know all these rules! Why do I have to follow them? They’re boring and no fun!” The little girl whined up at her guardian, swinging their hands a little in irritation. All of Marty’s rules sucked, it made eating in a restaurant so dull! Her little wings fluttered in irritation, but she knew she had to be good. As bad as she was for Marty at times she did really love him.
Slender shoulders sagged a little at her persistent whining, raking his hand through his bed head black hair as he sighed. “Just please Odette…. I don’t want to be banned form another restaurant! And remember if you’re bad I’m making you clean that attic and no more pineapple sherbert before bed” He threatened, watching her eyes widen and nod swiftly.
Pushing open the doors to the restaurant, he walked in and smiled at the waitress. Following her to their table, he made sure Odette got into her chair okay before sitting down.
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