[Akira heard there was a new guy in town, so how better to greet him than with a basket of treats? Akira comes knocking at a respectable time of day, neither too early nor too late to be a nuisance, though one could argue he's always a nuisance.
In either case, hello, knock knock, let him innnnnn.]
In either case, hello, knock knock, let him innnnnn.]
[...Oh my god? Cat ears? Is this man a cosplayer or is he actually, like, nya? Please forgive Akira for staring, but also, accept this basket chock full of welcome gifts. Within is a freshly baked pie, a welcome card, and a coupon for "all the coffee you can drink".]
Just swinging by to drop off a welcome basket. You're... [checks notes] ....G'raha tia, right? Meowdy, neighbor.
Just swinging by to drop off a welcome basket. You're... [checks notes] ....G'raha tia, right? Meowdy, neighbor.
[For once, Ithaqua has knocked on a door... but disappears immediately, leaving behind a hint of his magical signature and a small paper bag with half a dozen buns of freshly baked sourdough, each one slightly smaller than a fist, perfectly bite-sized. There's also fruit jam inside, nice and sweet, and with not a lot of that overly processed sugar Ithaqua dislikes either. How did he get it in there? Magic, of course. What flavors are there? Strawberry, blueberry, peach, lemon marmalade, and orange marmalade.
For the next tea party uwu]
For the next tea party uwu]
[It is.]
By the Twelve, G'raha. 'Tis truly thee!
[The piles of books are completely ignored for a variety of reasons, chief among them being G'raha himself. Urianger claps his hands on the miqo'te's shoulders as if he's trying to make sure he's not just imagining things. It sure is a lot more emotion than Urianger's used to showing, but he's just that surprised by this turn of events.]
What exactly hath happened? Dost thou recall the catalyst for thine arrival?
[Also how does it feel to have this happen to you this time--no, he's not thinking that.]
By the Twelve, G'raha. 'Tis truly thee!
[The piles of books are completely ignored for a variety of reasons, chief among them being G'raha himself. Urianger claps his hands on the miqo'te's shoulders as if he's trying to make sure he's not just imagining things. It sure is a lot more emotion than Urianger's used to showing, but he's just that surprised by this turn of events.]
What exactly hath happened? Dost thou recall the catalyst for thine arrival?
[Also how does it feel to have this happen to you this time--no, he's not thinking that.]
[He wants to pet them sooooo bad, but it would be rude to just, y'know, reach out and floof a guy's ears within minutes of meeting him. Maybe in a week from now? Will they be on friendly enough terms that he can pet those ears in a week from now???]
Oh. Sorry, I thought you spoke the language. Translation: greetings and salutations, new guy.
Oh. Sorry, I thought you spoke the language. Translation: greetings and salutations, new guy.
[Thank you for kindly sparing his miserable life, G'raha. Akira would promise he'd never make another cat pun, but making promises is a sin, y'know? He'll make an attempt at restraining himself, if nothing else.
He offers a brief, casual bow.]
Kurusu Akira. Don't be a stranger, okay? I'm not hard to find, but I'm usually in the kitchen cooking up curry for the rest of the manor.
He offers a brief, casual bow.]
Kurusu Akira. Don't be a stranger, okay? I'm not hard to find, but I'm usually in the kitchen cooking up curry for the rest of the manor.


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