Yonina hung on his every word, strung along and truly excited, like a puppy going to the dog park for the first time. Everywhere she looked was new, new, new, and so was he! Unique people all around. …Even if they started to look just a little bit agitated. That was usually her cue to bounce on out, still as care-free and air-headed as before, but…
“Oh, oh! Right. My name is Yonina! It’s really nice to meet you, Mr. Bael!” The girl replied, watching his display- it was the first time she really noticed how… expensive everything looked. From the bright, multi-color lights to the array of glasses and bottles of different drinks, to the patrons herself, all hidden in shadows and watching her intently… Maybe she got her first drink for free out of pity? She only dwelled on those thoughts for one fleeting, too-short moment, because she loved how each bottle had a wildly different shape- some small and round, some long and cylindrical, some like squares, all sharp edges- but all filled with the poison known as ‘alcohol’. A bit disappointing… but she’ll manage.
Miraculously, she caught that he said ‘abode’ and immediately, her eyes lit up once again. “You get to LIVE here? Oh, that must be so cool! My house is so boring… I have some fairy lights, but they’re nothing like the bright ones here! Ooh, and the people are so different… Ah, I’m so excited! I wish I could come here every night… Urgh, but I can’t keep leaving my phone at home! Trackers, you know?” Yonina half cheered, half whined, ecstatic once again at the new experience, but mourning her eventual departure. That’s how it was, every. day. New, one time things- never anything she could return to. It was like something was influencing the world around her, every minute of every day, not letting her be curious, be wild, be free- and truthfully, she hated that shelter.
my goodness her excitement was infectious, prompting swallowed chuckles from him when her eyes grow wide and wild. how peculiar humans were even after all of these years he couldn’t quite put his finger on why they acted so vastly different from one another. most her age wouldn’t hang around a joint like The Morning Star let alone atop center stool sipping carelessly. bael watches her with amusement dusting his cheeks with the lightest of flush. an innocence like hers is refreshing.
“ yonina. what a beautiful name. " and he means it. living as long as he has, he’s heard everything in the book yet hers was new. ” a pleasure to meet you as well. “
there she goes again, word vomiting onto him with stars in her eyes again. most ignored his display, never offering their compliments to the architect – it was him. he wanted the compliments. bael slaved and labored over his bar for months, handcrafting his menu, the décor, the seating arrangement and yet ; most attendees tossed their bottles to the floor and left various trash on their tables and seats. demons never had respect for their elders. his mind had wandered, soaking in her excitement but twisting it into his own frustrations so quickly he’d forgotten she were speaking directly to him. blinking he smiles again, curious if she’d even noticed his lacking attention, " trackers ?? are you a criminal ?? " bael truthfully wasn’t one for technology, opting for the older school method in most cases. and rarely had use for modern technology though, admittedly it’d make his life much easier. ” you’re free to stay even if you are a criminal. that’s not my business to spill. “ adjusting his uniform, bael straightens from his leaning and shrugs, " i’ve quite the collection of cooky folks around here already. what’s one more ?? ”