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@Blox ... Can't wait for the trouble! I have my suspicions what it will be... ))
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Invitation, Ponderation...
Apparently, their arrival had been such a non-sequitur... well, most of these "witnesses" appeared to be focused on the whole eating thing. Which was something "Dada" and his mate could fully understand. And appreciate. Because they hadn't had anything since breakfast, and, to be honest, after chasing each other hither and yon, they couldn't help but be hungry. Still, he did look to her, their eyes meeting in silent communication, both hearts thudding a bit harder than usual, breath a bit... well. That "spark" passed between them, then female stood by male side, clawed finger giving her now calmed son a rub between ears he most certainly enjoyed...
...
"My turn next, Sweetness...." Grin, his words soft yet loaded with future implications.
But then...
...
"Heh... I can see you're going in." This, in response to the obvious words... obviously, the lady he'd first offered attention to wasn't one to respond, but this one? Yes...
"I hope this place doesn't have one of those 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' signs hanging in their window." Quick yet smooth, he ducked the swish of his mate's tail tuft, aimed for his head, transferred son from arms to back, shroudruff flared then closed over infant as, on all fours now, he lifted a leg and showed a foot, clawed toes wiggling. Of course... heh... he unselfconsciously showed other, ummm,
assets. Still quick yet smooth, he again stood up on twos, his mate rolling her eyes and ruffling him between ears with her tail's tuft.
Both accepting the invitation. Female alert and observant. Male, a deep sigh as he pondered their situation, his senses taking in all the little bits from these people they'd just met. Yes, curious as well as focused... and not the goofball he appeared to be, as he and her entered a strange Italian restaurant in a strange land with...
Strangers.