Rotzi Photo

[Star_Traveler]

The little bell on the door tinkled as Remington walked into the shop. Remington looked grave as he said, “Rotzi, is there a place we can talk in private?” He made a ever so slight motion towards Squee happily munching on his steak.

[Rotzi]

"Mrr?" Squee looked up at Remington with an annoyed expression.

"Uh, Sure?" Jessi knocked on the doors leading downstairs. "Centon! Can you cover the shop for me?" She turned her attention back to the visitor. "Upstairs."

The photographer looked back at the orange ball of fluff. "I'll bring back another steak if you behave." The demon immediatly perked up, licking a bit at the blood dripping from his current meal. "Gooooood demon kitty."

She lead Remington to the studio apartment above the photo shop. Shutting the door behind her, Rotzi lead him to the living area that was right past the beaded curtain. Like downstairs it was neat and tidy. A bed, neatly made, was in the far corner. Leaning against the futon-couch, cracking her knuckles, she finally looked at him again.

"What's wrong? You seemed a bit spooked when ya seen Squee."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon pranced into the shop a few minutes after remington, she looked a little less zombie like now, due to the sleep she'd had previously.
Her emerald eyes surveyed the room, then took in Centon and Squee, smiling ever so slightly she removed her tophat, the feather held onto it fluttering slightly in the breeze, then, she bowed deeply, her robes brushing the floor.
"Does the day find the two of you well?" Asked the elf, playing with the hem of her cloak.

[Rotzi]

Centon looked like he had just woke up. His hair was a mess, and it appeared as if he dressed himself in a hurry. "Mmm? Yea... I suppose..." The elf rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Just peachy over here." Squee did, in fact, look just that. He had just finished the steak and was currently cleaning the plate.

"How do you fair, Miss Leanon?" Centon asked, finally deciding he was going to give up on his unruley hair for now.

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon chuckled lightly, her eyes dancing some sort of mad waltz.
"Heh, good to hear your both well, if a little sleepy looking." She prodded the salmon floating lazily by her, and watched with amusmant as it bobbed down to the floor, landing near Squee.
"Hmm, I'm fairing rather well, for a dead person I suppose..." She pulled the brim of her hat up slightly.
"Wheres Rotzi scuttled off to?" She asked, noticing the lack of the young lass.

[Rotzi]

Squee's eyes looked malevolently at the salmon. There was also a touch of joy in his eyes as well. "Here, fishy fishy.." Right before he pounced the unsuspecting salmon, Centon grabbed his tail.

"If you don't behave, cat, Rotzi-sama won't be giving you that steak."
The demon whimpered. "Meanie."

The elf turned his attention back to Leanon. "She's upstairs talking with the Remington fellow. It seemed urgent."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon twitched slightly and took the salmon into her arms, cooing softly, she then hid it safely in her robes, keeping a weary eye upon Squee.
"Urgent..? Will the two of them be back soon, I don't wish to intrude."
The salmon shaped lump within her robes moved slightly, causing her to stifle a small laugh.

[Rotzi]

"No clue," Centon answered. His ear twitched. Granted, if he wanted to, he could listen to every word they said.

He sighed. "Since you're not here for actual business, may I offer you a drink? I have some tea downstairs..."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon arched her eyebrows and smiled, making her look like some sort of clown with a twitching problem.

"Tea..? Of course, I do feel rather thirsty.."

[Rotzi]

Centon nodded. "This way, if you please. Squee, yell if we have any customers. No eating them."

The elf opened up the door leading to his apartment. His was also a studio apartment, but not nearly so nice. There were some photos on the far wall across from his bed, but they were a bit fuzzy. In the kitchenette there was a kettle already on the stove. He turned the heat on.

"Any particular flavor?" Centon opened a cupboard. Both shelves in it were full of tea. "The rasberry is the best, in my opinion."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

Leanon followed the fellow elf into the apartment, her dancing eyes traveled around the room, realizing what she was doing she stopped, thinking it rude.
"Hmm..." She placed a long, pale, green tinged finger to her lips.
"I'll take rasberry then please, thank you.." She ran her left hand up and down the salmons scales, a nervouse habit of hers.

[Rotzi]

"Nervous for any reason?" Centon asked as he set the rasberry tea bag in a mug he pulled down. A moment later the kettle began to whistle. He loved how quick the small stove heated water.

The elf set out honey and sugar, indicating for Leanon to help herself. As for him, he had something that Jessi had gotten him addicted to, chai.

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

"I'm always slightly nervous when in the company of others for various reasons." her left ear twitched repeatedly at the sound of the shrill whistle and the salmon shaped lump in her robes made it's escape.

"Umm.." She stared helplessly at the honey and the sugar, feeling stupid, she knew she looked it too.

"What do I do with these..?"

[Rotzi]

"Well, if Jessi-sama has some other sort of tea, she will sometimes sweeten it. I wasn't sure if you had anything in it or not."

Centon turned his eyes up to the stairs. "We can take the tea upstairs. I don't trust Squee alone for too long."

[TheSalmonWhisperer]

"Ah no..I don't, I've never heard of honey being put into tea, but then again, I've missed alot, just blame the salmon."
Sir Salmonkins did a small twirl in the air and glared at Leanon.
She nodded in reply to Centons words and headed toward the staircase, looking back to ensure the angry salmon was following.