mycursedface: (bow my head)
mycursedface ([personal profile] mycursedface) wrote2008-08-07 09:48 am

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Medusa is a monster. Monsters are often hungry. Monsters have no issue with eating people based solely on sapience. Medusa, however, has been raised to be polite and listen to rules and it would be against said rules to eat anyone here, even if she's really hungry, which she rarely is because she doesn't want to be that tempted.

All of which is why Medusa is walking down the stairs into the Bar at an odd hour, to get food from the Bar without her stomach directing her to the live prey.

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2008-10-07 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
There is the ghost of a smile, praise is always nice.

"Yes, please."

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"'nk you."

And whith that, Cerberus attempts to shake himself. This, as most can probably predict, is a mistake.

He gingerly raises a hand to his forehead.

"Ow."

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Cerberus offers no resistance as he's led to the back of the bar. It's not as bright there, which is appreciated. He sets himself at a corner table with a groan.

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
He sits quietly, resting his chin on the backs of his hands. His eyes close at her hair ruffling and that faint smile plays across his features again. He will sit here until she returns, thank you.

[identity profile] tricaputus.livejournal.com 2008-10-11 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
It is with some trepidation that Cerberus laps at the bowl.

"Thank you, Meda."

It's a much more familiar tone this time; utterly sincere.