[That sigh gets a faint, barely-there raise of Mithrun's brow. He supposes there's probably something to say there that Kabru isn't saying - but they can address whatever it is in private.]
Sure. I'm sure they'll want to meet you.
[And... after a moment of hesitation, he reaches out and sort of... sets a hand on Kabru's shoulder for a moment. It's not much, as comforting gestures go, but-- it's also Mithrun.
It's not a slap, at least?]
I should be able to see you, but if I can't I'll have Lamb lead me back. [Said very seriously. If he understood that as flirtation, he's not showing it.
Either way, Mithrun turns to find the bakery again (with a helpful bleat from his DTF) and makes his way over.
The actual conversation, which Kabru can doubtless see pretty much in its entirety through the storefront windows, goes pretty quickly. An absolutely massive tall-man, with most of his chest exposed by a white button-up, hurries to Mithrun, looking him over with hands tapping anxiously over his shoulders and arms and a general attitude that one might expect if Mithrun had been missing for much longer than an hour. Mithrun, in turn, responds to that flurry of concern as if it were just a normal, everyday greeting, before asking something and nodding toward Kabru waiting outside.
The tall-man looks up, and seems to study Kabru for a moment. He looks back to Mithrun, and asks something in turn, to which Mithrun seems to hesitate, glances over his shoulder, and mutters a reply.
After a moment of consideration, the tall-man gestures for Mithrun to wait, and steps behind the counter, only to return a few moments later with a sizable transparent container, packed with bread and sandwiches. He passes Mithrun the container with a few more words, and sends him back out the door. ...Not without a quick, one-handed ruffle of the former Canary captain's hair, which Mithrun also responds to as though it's completely normal.
Mithrun leaves the bakery again, container in hand, and returns to Kabru in the street with Lamb at his heels.]
He said it's fine, [He announces, perhaps a bit pointlessly.] And that it's your and Lamb's job to make sure I eat my share of lunch.
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Sure. I'm sure they'll want to meet you.
[And... after a moment of hesitation, he reaches out and sort of... sets a hand on Kabru's shoulder for a moment. It's not much, as comforting gestures go, but-- it's also Mithrun.
It's not a slap, at least?]
I should be able to see you, but if I can't I'll have Lamb lead me back. [Said very seriously. If he understood that as flirtation, he's not showing it.
Either way, Mithrun turns to find the bakery again (with a helpful bleat from his DTF) and makes his way over.
The actual conversation, which Kabru can doubtless see pretty much in its entirety through the storefront windows, goes pretty quickly. An absolutely massive tall-man, with most of his chest exposed by a white button-up, hurries to Mithrun, looking him over with hands tapping anxiously over his shoulders and arms and a general attitude that one might expect if Mithrun had been missing for much longer than an hour. Mithrun, in turn, responds to that flurry of concern as if it were just a normal, everyday greeting, before asking something and nodding toward Kabru waiting outside.
The tall-man looks up, and seems to study Kabru for a moment. He looks back to Mithrun, and asks something in turn, to which Mithrun seems to hesitate, glances over his shoulder, and mutters a reply.
After a moment of consideration, the tall-man gestures for Mithrun to wait, and steps behind the counter, only to return a few moments later with a sizable transparent container, packed with bread and sandwiches. He passes Mithrun the container with a few more words, and sends him back out the door. ...Not without a quick, one-handed ruffle of the former Canary captain's hair, which Mithrun also responds to as though it's completely normal.
Mithrun leaves the bakery again, container in hand, and returns to Kabru in the street with Lamb at his heels.]
He said it's fine, [He announces, perhaps a bit pointlessly.] And that it's your and Lamb's job to make sure I eat my share of lunch.