04-03-2018, 04:38 PM
MANICURES AND PEDICURES, I'M ALWAYS TIP TOP
Crap. That's what she was about to say, just like Cassiopeia did. It happened to be another joiner upon their doorstep or another ambassador coming to complain about an alliance... enemyship... or whatever. Hopefully this time the problem didn't involve her directly. Despite that, Guru came stumbling over with a cocky expression, only for it to fade after a few moments after realizing the unfamiliar female's apparent distress from dropping whatever was in her bag. How disappointing, really. Nevertheless, that didn't end her will to show up and attend to the problem. The caracal's head craned momentarily, only to wander forward further to help.
But as she grew closer, the sight only became sadder. Not only she was pitying the fragile stranger, she wanted to lend them a shoulder in return for... whatever she wanted in the future. Guru's poorly-sweetened attitude returned. "You know," she began lightly, "I make a mean fist-sandwich." A paw aimed to clap the girl on the shoulder. Her other paw would also attempt to grab the female by the bottom of her chin and raise her head up so she could meet Guru eye-to-eye. "Chin up, sweetie," she cooed, a taste of annoyance to her voice. "No need to cry." She flashed a smile momentarily before continuing.
"Now, why are you here and who are you?" Her ears perked a few in interest. Hopefully there was a delightful outcome to this situation somehow, seeing that this one was a supposed emotional mess over.... what?... a bag?
Crap. That's what she was about to say, just like Cassiopeia did. It happened to be another joiner upon their doorstep or another ambassador coming to complain about an alliance... enemyship... or whatever. Hopefully this time the problem didn't involve her directly. Despite that, Guru came stumbling over with a cocky expression, only for it to fade after a few moments after realizing the unfamiliar female's apparent distress from dropping whatever was in her bag. How disappointing, really. Nevertheless, that didn't end her will to show up and attend to the problem. The caracal's head craned momentarily, only to wander forward further to help.
But as she grew closer, the sight only became sadder. Not only she was pitying the fragile stranger, she wanted to lend them a shoulder in return for... whatever she wanted in the future. Guru's poorly-sweetened attitude returned. "You know," she began lightly, "I make a mean fist-sandwich." A paw aimed to clap the girl on the shoulder. Her other paw would also attempt to grab the female by the bottom of her chin and raise her head up so she could meet Guru eye-to-eye. "Chin up, sweetie," she cooed, a taste of annoyance to her voice. "No need to cry." She flashed a smile momentarily before continuing.
"Now, why are you here and who are you?" Her ears perked a few in interest. Hopefully there was a delightful outcome to this situation somehow, seeing that this one was a supposed emotional mess over.... what?... a bag?