( the fleeting sight of those teeth give him pause, momentarily bringing to mind a couple rather intimidating demons back... "home", as it were.
izou draws away back towards the register to assist the little serv-bot who's been dutifully toiling away in his place, a wrapped corndog or whatever-the-hell-it-was-at-this-point-i-can't-remember finding its way into his hand and then a bag. then he shoves the rest of the "serving" part of service onto stevie here, placing it unceremoniously on the counter. )
Here. It's for Mister...
( he trails off, looking up through lazy, half-lidded eyes for a name. )
no subject
( the fleeting sight of those teeth give him pause, momentarily bringing to mind a couple rather intimidating demons back... "home", as it were.
izou draws away back towards the register to assist the little serv-bot who's been dutifully toiling away in his place, a wrapped corndog or whatever-the-hell-it-was-at-this-point-i-can't-remember finding its way into his hand and then a bag. then he shoves the rest of the "serving" part of service onto stevie here, placing it unceremoniously on the counter. )
Here. It's for Mister...
( he trails off, looking up through lazy, half-lidded eyes for a name. )