( He really is very tall, isn't he? With very long legs, at that. He waves her on, and she runs quickly after him — then reaches out to gently curl fingers around the sleeve of his bathrobe, to hang on so that she doesn't get separated in the crowd. There are a lot of smells here, a lot of people; it's easier this way than trying to parse his out of everyone else. She hasn't been around enough crowds to be very good at that yet. She'll learn with a little more practice.
The horned, winged waiter is slippery, moving through the throng of bodies with ease and grace, just out of reach — one could almost be forgiven for thinking they're purposefully being elusive just to make Hank's life a little more annoying. Is it coincidence, or are the Fae just assholes sometimes? Verdict unclear, but we're pretty sure it's the asshole thing. )
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The horned, winged waiter is slippery, moving through the throng of bodies with ease and grace, just out of reach — one could almost be forgiven for thinking they're purposefully being elusive just to make Hank's life a little more annoying. Is it coincidence, or are the Fae just assholes sometimes? Verdict unclear, but we're pretty sure it's the asshole thing. )