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Dragon In The Room
Topic Started: Jul 5 2016, 03:32 PM (10 Views)
Myst1que
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Myhcin gathered the plates and glasses off of a table in her section. She didn't prefer to work in a restaurant, but in her town, money was tight. She sighed and carried the dishes back, shining sea-blue hair swaying. Myhcin dropped off the dishes and returned to the front, plastering a phony grin on her face to welcome customers. She helped a married couple to their table, taking their orders with a whimsical smile. But while she jotted down meal orders, she turned her feline ears to listen to others talking in the back. Most of the time, she could only barely scrape around enough to eat, much less buy a newspaper. So she would eavesdrop on the passing customers, gossiping chefs, or talkative waitresses.

Myhcin finished with the orders, said "Thank you" and something funny she came up with, then turned on her heel and left. (Which was a pretty dang feat since the waitresses had to wear thin heels to match their maid-like outfits.) She chuckled softly at her own thoughts and gave the slip of orders to the Head Chef. He shared a goofy grin with her before taking it and shouting the meals. Myhcin loved Head Chef Jon. He was like the father she never had, giving her encouraging advice in times of need, smiles, and generally being nice when no one else would. She gave him a smile that she only showed him, and turned and walked away, a re-birthed confidence in her step.

She glided out of the kitchen, and returned to her section. She soon watched a group of young women leave their table, and slipped off to clean up their table. As she hunched over the simple oak table to gather its remaining dishes, she heard a small, quaky voice behind her. "U-uh, Myhc-c-cin?" She got this a lot. Being Fawness, Myhcin had either of three things at her job, or, generally everywhere. 1, Quaking fear. All Fawness have 'abilities' that come with a certain species' animal traits. For Myhcin, she had black ears and tail, but those come in a combo pack with an ability to go exceedingly fast at will, and she could sense other fawness. 2, anger. Her 'kind' were looked down upon. Snobs and jerks were always happy to give her persistent reminders. 3, Sympathy. People always assume Fawness are poor, put upon children and treat them like kicked puppies. (Though that happens often to canines, the mutts can take it. At least that's what dogs say.)

Myhcin pushed a deep blue strand out of her eyes. She felt the flimsy presence of Glo before she saw her. Examining the petite figure in front of her, she asked: "What do you want, Glo?" Glo flinched at the mention of her name, her emerald pixie-cut curling around her ears. "I-I just wanted to say hi.." Glo stammered. "Excuses." Myhcin muttered quietly, wandering back to the kitchen to drop off her glasses and plates. "U-uh, we need you at the front..." Glo was following her, mentally working up the courage to talk to the beautiful Fawness ahead. Myhcin sighed. Alright, I'm coming. She pushed past the small, pale girl and made her way to the front of the building. "What do you need-" Something slammed into Myhcin. It was like someone had punched her in the stomach.

Myhcin stumbled, regained composure, and pushed through the fear of the explosive energy until she met at the front. There, standing in front of her, was the manager and a man. The man was tall, masculine, and had a concerned look on his face. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that he had a tail curled by his feet. A draconic one. Myhcin had never seen a dragon before. He had wavy, black, mid-length hair that curled around his ears. "Are you alright?" His deep voice startled her, and she nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. May I show you to your table?" She attempted a smile, but gave up. "Actually, I'm here for you."
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