#startanner

[biomechanical-quinn]

// @startanner

// Tanner is gentle with Quinn's hand, being careful of the claws. "Sushi's my favorite. It's a nice treat every once in a while. I highly recommend the unagi bowl. Eel." He's a little flustered himself, but there's no blush in his cheeks. He remains cool and collected, vital to his line of work.

The claws on their other hand click together, arm having been brought up and back again. Maybe this wouldn't be miserable. Sure, they were going in public, but at least there was food involved.

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It took a while to actually find somewhere to hide the ship, and spot a place to eat. Quinn, as usual, went out in their usual 'I'm desperate for you to ignore me' garb, which included a thin, dark cloak, baggy shirt, and long pants that covered their digitigrade legs. (It was a nightmare finding shoes that fit.)

Standing outside the establishment, Quinn was no longer holding Tanner's hand. "This seems to be it."