[There is a brief pause, as Break bothers to turn and gaze at her. You can almost hear the gears in his head churning as he sifts through his mental list of Ruby Facts. His omen pauses to stare, too, a pair of pointed ears perking up with interest. This makes the noodle dog look more like a fluffy horse. A horse with a lot of teeth.
Then, quite suddenly, Break lights up with glee.]
— oh! One of the Remnant kids!
[Tossing the hat carelessly aside, he hops to his feet — on the table — and marches toward the entryway. Given that he's at "home", he's wearing an oversized stripey cardigan rather than one of his fine coats, but the thing flares dramatically like a pair of bat wings behind him all the same.]
Come in, do come in! Nobody told me you'd arrived. [This is because his loved ones care about his emotional well-being and none of them were going to rub the fact of a dear friend's arrival in his face when he just lost the last of his own close companions from home. Teacups scatter before him as he tromps, and one of the teapots runs in a circle before stopping to toss a few furious whistles his way. Break ignores this in favor of hopping to the floor and twining his elbow through Blake's, hauling her off to the other end of the table.] There's nothing for it; we'll have to take this chance to get acquainted over tea, as is proper.
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Then, quite suddenly, Break lights up with glee.]
— oh! One of the Remnant kids!
[Tossing the hat carelessly aside, he hops to his feet — on the table — and marches toward the entryway. Given that he's at "home", he's wearing an oversized stripey cardigan rather than one of his fine coats, but the thing flares dramatically like a pair of bat wings behind him all the same.]
Come in, do come in! Nobody told me you'd arrived. [This is because his loved ones care about his emotional well-being and none of them were going to rub the fact of a dear friend's arrival in his face when he just lost the last of his own close companions from home. Teacups scatter before him as he tromps, and one of the teapots runs in a circle before stopping to toss a few furious whistles his way. Break ignores this in favor of hopping to the floor and twining his elbow through Blake's, hauling her off to the other end of the table.] There's nothing for it; we'll have to take this chance to get acquainted over tea, as is proper.