Jesus, Deero, it's called atmosphere. Whatever, I wouldn't expect you to get it anyway... [Duo scoffs, waving a frustrated hand that Dee also cannot see. Whatever- he reappears- all of 5'5", back still turned, long braid trailing down his back to his waist; he's still glancing around the rest of the dining room. It's then that he finally turns, with a cocky raised eyebrow and a half-eaten donut in his hand. The braid flicks and sways with his movements like an extension of himself, a tail or something.]
[Munch munch... Hey, where'd he get that from!? Lo, there's a pastry missing from the display just behind the counter.] You don't seem like one for aesthetic. [He adds, muffled, as he stuffs the rest into his mouth.]
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[Munch munch... Hey, where'd he get that from!? Lo, there's a pastry missing from the display just behind the counter.] You don't seem like one for aesthetic. [He adds, muffled, as he stuffs the rest into his mouth.]