[ Rohan laughs as he sets his computer elsewhere and goes about setting up for "company" again. Not having the Snakebutt to drag around, he's able to do things a little faster.
He does the same thing he did the other day for McGucket: Gray and white gradient tablecloth over the front desk, a cute little lantern glowing bright with blue fire from his fingers.
He's got a smidge of wine off to the left (better than the swill the naga was drinking, ugh).
And he waits. He waits until he hears footsteps. His wings quiver and he steeples his claws.
this will go well
He does the same thing he did the other day for McGucket: Gray and white gradient tablecloth over the front desk, a cute little lantern glowing bright with blue fire from his fingers.
He's got a smidge of wine off to the left (better than the swill the naga was drinking, ugh).
And he waits. He waits until he hears footsteps. His wings quiver and he steeples his claws.
... He knows Marco's out there.
So he calls... ]
I said it's open...