[ He shows up as promised, knocks on her door, and waits. In silence. Usually he might announce it's him, or sing something obnoxious, but without any idea who he's meeting—maybe she's seeing someone! maybe she's being held hostage!—erring on the side of professionalism seems best. ]
[His knock is immediately followed by a skittering of claws on the stone floor, then the door. Fifi's voice inside laughs, and she cracks the door open, peeking out of it accompanied by a second little face, one that's a fuzzy cream-and-white with little brown spots over the eyes.]
[The puppy tries to wriggle through the crack in the door to lick Bastien's face, but Fifi scoops her up to open it the rest of the way and allow Bastien a little space to interact as he will.
[ Instantly. And since he’s already dropped down and is too old to be getting up and down and up and down*, he scoots into the room on his knees and holds his arms up for her.
[Fifi obliges him, lowering the wiggling puppy into his arms. Satina proceeds to voraciously lick at his face and writhe about in the manner of baby dogs who can't decide what they want to do, so they do all of it at once.]
It would seem she shares the sentiment. If she goes missing, I shall know right where to look.
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[spoken formally, and in Orlesian,]
there's someone I'd like you to meet.
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Oh?
[ It’s a very formal syllable, okay. ]
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after lunch.
after lunch.
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Bastien! Come in.
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Who is this?
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In Orlesian:]
This is Satina, my new helper.
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I love her.
[ Instantly. And since he’s already dropped down and is too old to be getting up and down and up and down*, he scoots into the room on his knees and holds his arms up for her.
* No he isn’t. ]
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It would seem she shares the sentiment. If she goes missing, I shall know right where to look.