(FF14)Morgan and the Sams

[Morgan Bellanar]

On the plus side it seems Mr. Hain hadn't gotten upset at her and wasn't trying to scare her with his teeth. Yay, he didn't notice her phobia nor was he insulted. On the down side, she'd butchered what she'd been trying to say quite completely. But they were focusing upon Mr. Gorgeo, which was much better as far as Morgan was concerned. She could simply explain why she was spooked, but Sam Hain's comment about "scaring the mundies" disauded her. No point in telling someone that likes to scare folks that he can make you jump with a smile.

So, the gremlin didn't have any interest in joining a Court yet? Time would tell if he'd find one to his liking. Then again, Morgan hadn't but the Courts, or rather the Wyrd, had picked one for her. "W-w-w-offer stands t-then, heh. Or fishy-Ava be smart-one to ask, " she points towards Ava's table, "b-bub-but one forbearance," she did manage to look at, well, Gorgeo's forehead as she finished, "I n-not seek Court either. M-mmantle j-just found me...diiiidn't notice for whiles either. Eh-heh-heh." The flush to her face came as what she said caught up with her brain. She probably shouldn't have admitted to failing to notice she was manifesting dead leaves when she walked.

Though in all honesty, who looked at their feet that often whilst walking? She was skittish, not depressed.

[Cabochard]

Samuel nodded at the other Sam, acknowledging his statement without further words. He had been told in every city he'd stopped in before that he would eventually find himself a niche, and had yet to. Not that he particularly cared. The Courts always put him a little on edge. He'd been suspicious of any changeling society for a while, and the monarchic system reminded him too much of his time in Arcadia, what little he could remember.

But he kept his thoughts to himself, not particularly wanting to trouble these people with doubts about an organizational system that had been in place for as long as any living individual could remember. Instead, he turned to the new, barely present woman with his best fake toothy smile and stretched out a scarred hand to take hers. "A pleasure, Miss. Samuel Gorgeo, at your service."

For a moment, he thought about bowing instead, or at least kissing her hand, since he was using 'at your service', and you have to stay thematic in your greetings. But it also occurred to him that it was too late to bow, and if he put her hand anywhere near his mouth she might think he was going to eat it. Not that he would. He wouldn't eat people-meat. Or...well, it was on his bucket list, but not in public, at least. He had class. That's why he wore the suit.

[Morgan Bellanar]

She looked back at Mr. Hain and nodded her head, focusing once more on his hat, "Sss-sure, heh. Easy-place s-ssince fishie-Ava haz b-book able-table heh-here."

Morgan's nosed twitched and she looked up, sniffing as the scent of rain hit her nose. Was it about to start falling in the Hollow? She'd not be surprised if it did, but the scent was actually coming from the lady not the air. Her head quickly darted towards the woman approaching. Her eyes quickly scanned the woman, but the gaze calmed as she didn't resemble anything that had once tried to eat the Beast.

"G-g-g-Hi! Um, heh-heh, welcomes beneficial, offenses be-none. I-I-Imma Morgan, hopefully nice-to-greet-you."

[Cabochard]

Sam took note of the woman's moment of non-movement, retracting his hand and pulling out his pocket-watch to check it quickly, then replacing it. His hands then hung at his side limply. He wasn't quite sure what to do with them. What did he usually do with his arms? He couldn't figure it out. Maybe crossing them? No, no, that looks stupid. One in the other? Maybe...behind the back? Sam's hands kept shifting, moving through various different positions as he tried to pick a spot to put them. Damn, there was a lot of people here. Lots and lots of people, some with sharp teeth, all around...

Oh god, I think I'm having a mini freak-out. Calm down, man. Calm down. You're scarier than all of them. Wait, that's not reassuring at all! You look stupid right now. Quick, before they start staring at you or something!

"So...how about those...sports..." Sam tried to keep any panic out of his voice. It was difficult. He could practically hear his heart pounding.

Okay, now just smile. Maybe wave. He did so. Why are you waving, dumbass? Quick, stop before you look even stupider! His hands returned to their nervous fidgeting.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan opens her mouth to speak then freezes. She casts a glance at, well, not Samuel's face (too many teeth) but his hands. She notes the guy is really fidgetty for some reason. His words have managed to achieve a rare state in Morgan's brain. A state that is normally reserved for skipping on roof ledges and fleeing through the Hedge.

Her stutter was briefly stopped: "Ummmm, what...sports? Zzzorry...d-did I avoid word-speak ah-g-gain?" she looks at Sam Hain's chest and then at Catherine's, trying to be nonchalant. Except it then makes her look down at her own chest. Pale lady, Catherine, had to have trouble slipping between thorns with so much extra chest in the way.