[ Finn has been assigned a table and given cards, but he didn't actually come here to make new friends. The locals ignore his inquiries though, brushing them off as some kind of joke or otherwise odd behavior expected of 16 year-old boys. He drums a brief tempo on the table as a waitress walks away from him. The metal of his right arm makes a sharp sound as it hits the plastic surface.
A cat jumps on the table before his first proper pairing arrives, and he addresses it like he would anyone else. ]
Have you seen my backpack?
[ The creature crosses the table to lick his nose. He giggles. ]
Haha, aww.
[ When his real partner approaches the cat meows, opening five triangular sections of jaw to reveal a circle of teeth. Then it jumps down from the table to mingle with the other cats. ]
Oh. Woah. Okay.
[ Finn watches the cat leave, then turns back to his new table-mate with a smile. ]
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A cat jumps on the table before his first proper pairing arrives, and he addresses it like he would anyone else. ]
Have you seen my backpack?
[ The creature crosses the table to lick his nose. He giggles. ]
Haha, aww.
[ When his real partner approaches the cat meows, opening five triangular sections of jaw to reveal a circle of teeth. Then it jumps down from the table to mingle with the other cats. ]
Oh. Woah. Okay.
[ Finn watches the cat leave, then turns back to his new table-mate with a smile. ]
Hi! I'm Finn. Have you seen a green backpack?