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soullesshuman
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Rex was worried. He had smelled blood and other... other of those creatures last night, as he padded his way back to his small apartment late at night after a good run. He smelled others too, not just blood but other weres. He didn't like it, not one bit. At first, he had hoped they'd pass like the last one.. but more seemed to be coming and he plain didn't like it. Maybe he should meet them, tell them they weren't welcome here in this little town, they were outsiders and they were intruding on his little haven for the past twenty or so years. Then what? Ask politely to leave to some other town? That wasn't their way- he knew from that meet so long ago when he was just a yawning pup.
"Chilisteak light with Extra Border and a side of Slaw, coming up!"
His head jerked up suddenly. Oh wait, that was his table! The male looked around for a moment and grabbed his tray, carefully placing the bowls on the scratched and worn metal. He never understood cooks, they practically spoke their own language but he never complained, none of the waiters did here. The cooks were good, especially that stranger on the burgers now. Once or twice the were had been able to smell something off on him, but in the scent of food and humans and drinks he had always assumed it was some odd cologne. He had never even gotten that stranger's name. Maybe one day he should introduce himself, but the man seemed so gruff and sometimes, he glared down at his burgers like some predator... scary... Rex surely didn't want such eyes placed on him.
Oh, right! His order!
He waited a moment with the food in one hand, glancing over at his table. He only wandered over to his table when his food was at the proper temperature to be eaten immediately, never a moment before. The two women he was serving chatted idly about this and that, probably gossip. Gossip, after all, got around quickly in such a small town. Rex tried his best to give his happiest smile to the ladies, placing down the food as softly as his nimble fingers allowed. "Hey, can we get another of those cheese fries? Do you know when the soup is coming? Oh, and can we get some more soda? Sorry, you must be swamped..."
Another charismatic, lopsided grin, showing teeth with lips curved upwards in a relaxed smile. A lifetime of practice as furry companion to an aging lady who had no one else. "No no! It's my pleasure to serve such fine girls. I'll ask the cook right away. " Rex turned and wandered to the back once more, making sure to introduce himself to a middle aged man who came here at least once a day for whatever mealtime it was. "Hello George, shall you be having the same?" The man only muttered something in reply, in which Rex's hearing picked up as an a-ok. Quickly writing down the order, he walked back with his tray tucked neatly under his arm, as professional as could be in a mid-range restaurant like this- but it was the best in the town! (Not that that meant anything, really...)
"George is ordering the usual, burger with side of slaw, extra everything! We got another order of fries with cheese top and when is that soup coming? Some ladies are getting impatient!" Rex called, as casual as he could to the man still watching the burgers cook with that violent and faraway look.
"Chilisteak light with Extra Border and a side of Slaw, coming up!"
His head jerked up suddenly. Oh wait, that was his table! The male looked around for a moment and grabbed his tray, carefully placing the bowls on the scratched and worn metal. He never understood cooks, they practically spoke their own language but he never complained, none of the waiters did here. The cooks were good, especially that stranger on the burgers now. Once or twice the were had been able to smell something off on him, but in the scent of food and humans and drinks he had always assumed it was some odd cologne. He had never even gotten that stranger's name. Maybe one day he should introduce himself, but the man seemed so gruff and sometimes, he glared down at his burgers like some predator... scary... Rex surely didn't want such eyes placed on him.
Oh, right! His order!
He waited a moment with the food in one hand, glancing over at his table. He only wandered over to his table when his food was at the proper temperature to be eaten immediately, never a moment before. The two women he was serving chatted idly about this and that, probably gossip. Gossip, after all, got around quickly in such a small town. Rex tried his best to give his happiest smile to the ladies, placing down the food as softly as his nimble fingers allowed. "Hey, can we get another of those cheese fries? Do you know when the soup is coming? Oh, and can we get some more soda? Sorry, you must be swamped..."
Another charismatic, lopsided grin, showing teeth with lips curved upwards in a relaxed smile. A lifetime of practice as furry companion to an aging lady who had no one else. "No no! It's my pleasure to serve such fine girls. I'll ask the cook right away. " Rex turned and wandered to the back once more, making sure to introduce himself to a middle aged man who came here at least once a day for whatever mealtime it was. "Hello George, shall you be having the same?" The man only muttered something in reply, in which Rex's hearing picked up as an a-ok. Quickly writing down the order, he walked back with his tray tucked neatly under his arm, as professional as could be in a mid-range restaurant like this- but it was the best in the town! (Not that that meant anything, really...)
"George is ordering the usual, burger with side of slaw, extra everything! We got another order of fries with cheese top and when is that soup coming? Some ladies are getting impatient!" Rex called, as casual as he could to the man still watching the burgers cook with that violent and faraway look.