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« Incoming ! » sang the tall lady as she came back into her kitchen in order to prepare the dessert.
Cordion kept on staring at the man, but Fross coughed to remind him to behave properly with other clients, and the dark Namekian just stubbornly turned the head away, walking away and keeping on serving the clients.
His younger brother, the ice demon, let out a huge sight and approached the newcomer, shaking his head, before addressing him.
« Sir… I apologize for my brother’s attitude. Would you wish to have a seat ? We have a table just here, » and he motioned to Perseus, with the tip of his tail, an empty table just occupied by a glass, spoon, knife, fork and napkin.
With a resigned bow, he added : « If you’d like to seat, I’ll bring you some water too. Whatever you ordered is on me, to apologize for my brother behavior. »
With the corner of his eye, he met Cordion’s awkward and a bit angry. Most likely, the man was a bit wary of this Namekian asking to eat sweet, maybe because he secretly feared this was a mutant, like him, and… like the mutant Namekian he knew, someone mean ?
A stupid fear – but still !
Persum sat down with a smile.
“You’re very kind! I guess I’ll take some water too. So you two are brothers? You don’t seem related. You both look really different!”
He meant this sincerely and without any intended offense, which was indicated by his friendly tone. He shuffled in his seat to gauge its comfort and began playing with the spoon, looking into its warped reflection of his face and laughing at it a little.
