He's met with a blinding grin and Midnight waves as he greets, "Hey! Yeah, hop on over."
Rook's lack of uniform is noted with a little nod over his clothing in general and Midnight comments, "I guess Ulysse hasn't given you a uniform, yet. Though he never really forces people to wear it... Still, might not be a bad idea to give you some visible sign that you're the security so people don't just think you're another troublemaker."
He'll be surprised if Ulysse hasn't prepared something just for that. His brother's detail-oriented like that.
He pads barefooted across the deck, cigarette ground out in an ashtray before he carefully opens the door, greeted with an annoyed meow to which he retorts, "I'm sorry, madam, but I don't want you or your unborn young being gator bait."
The heavily pregnant cat is herded to one side so Rook can step inside after Midnight, the door quickly shut behind them. She flicks her tail in irritation, giving the men an aloof stare before wobbling off elsewhere.
Midnight shrugs and gestures for Rook to follow him, leading him through the small and tidy cabin towards the kitchen. There are bright splashes of colour everywhere in the form of woven rugs and throws, strings of beads in place of doors, and some photos hung up showing Midnight and his brothers, Grey and his brood, as well as their friends. The kitchen is just as cosy, currently smelling of gumbo even with the windows open, and Midnight pats one of the stools in passing.
"Take a seat, I'll get the coffee sorted. How do you take yours?" He also nods to the sketchbooks, explaining, "Feel free to take a look, that's a bunch of sketches with some shots of the finished pieces."
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He's met with a blinding grin and Midnight waves as he greets, "Hey! Yeah, hop on over."
Rook's lack of uniform is noted with a little nod over his clothing in general and Midnight comments, "I guess Ulysse hasn't given you a uniform, yet. Though he never really forces people to wear it... Still, might not be a bad idea to give you some visible sign that you're the security so people don't just think you're another troublemaker."
He'll be surprised if Ulysse hasn't prepared something just for that. His brother's detail-oriented like that.
He pads barefooted across the deck, cigarette ground out in an ashtray before he carefully opens the door, greeted with an annoyed meow to which he retorts, "I'm sorry, madam, but I don't want you or your unborn young being gator bait."
The heavily pregnant cat is herded to one side so Rook can step inside after Midnight, the door quickly shut behind them. She flicks her tail in irritation, giving the men an aloof stare before wobbling off elsewhere.
Midnight shrugs and gestures for Rook to follow him, leading him through the small and tidy cabin towards the kitchen. There are bright splashes of colour everywhere in the form of woven rugs and throws, strings of beads in place of doors, and some photos hung up showing Midnight and his brothers, Grey and his brood, as well as their friends. The kitchen is just as cosy, currently smelling of gumbo even with the windows open, and Midnight pats one of the stools in passing.
"Take a seat, I'll get the coffee sorted. How do you take yours?" He also nods to the sketchbooks, explaining, "Feel free to take a look, that's a bunch of sketches with some shots of the finished pieces."