"What a wonderful view you both must have here," the Mycologist notes. "Almost and observatory of one's own." He shoots an appreciative look towards the windows and balconies.
He steels himself as he steps over the threshold. Eyes closed for a moment, a deep breath taken. He steadies himself on the door-frame, and opens his eyes only once he has both his feet safely inside.
"Hello, Noa," the Mycologist smiles at the beast. This is not his first spindlewolf, that much is apparent by the lack of hesitation to offering his hand for a sniff. "Oh, do excuse me, of course I brought a gift for the caretaker of the premise. Pardon me, my dear," the man extracts himself from the Professor's embrace, and from the inner pocket of his attire (How many pockets does this tailcoat even have?) he produces a strip of dried meat, wrapped in brown paper. He offers the snack to Noa, the Beuatiful Spindlewolf. He looks sheepishly back at the Professor: "Worry not. 'Tis unsalted. Procured it myself, the animal spoke not."
Re: A Change of Scenery
He steels himself as he steps over the threshold. Eyes closed for a moment, a deep breath taken. He steadies himself on the door-frame, and opens his eyes only once he has both his feet safely inside.
"Hello, Noa," the Mycologist smiles at the beast. This is not his first spindlewolf, that much is apparent by the lack of hesitation to offering his hand for a sniff.
"Oh, do excuse me, of course I brought a gift for the caretaker of the premise. Pardon me, my dear," the man extracts himself from the Professor's embrace, and from the inner pocket of his attire (How many pockets does this tailcoat even have?) he produces a strip of dried meat, wrapped in brown paper.
He offers the snack to Noa, the Beuatiful Spindlewolf.
He looks sheepishly back at the Professor: "Worry not. 'Tis unsalted. Procured it myself, the animal spoke not."