<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>A fuzzy tremor went through Poe as the pretty lady began to shriek for his death, yellow golden eyes wide with horror and shame. </i>"No...! Eh... Erm... No! No! Kill! No...!" <i>he mumbled worriedly, his tiny hands clutched up to his slit mouth and his wing-cloak fluttering in despair. Oh, great! Robot man really <b>was</b> going to shoot him now!</i><br/>
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<i>When the desk lady showed up to correct the error, Poe watched on in tempered anxiety, waiting as the mood slowly shifted and the scared lady began to calm. He had to admit, as much threat and terror to his well-being as this all inspired, the surge of emotions in the room were quite lovely and delicious. Finally, everyone seemed on the same page and Poe rested his black hands on the bartop, twitching his feathered ears in gratitude before turning to the other woman, Nalia.</i><br/>
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 "Sunny lady..."<i> Poe mumbled, trying to compliment her, then squeaking in sharp anxiety as he realized that could be accidentally misconstrued as a response to her question. Sweating and blushing, looking down as he poked his fingers together, Poe sighed in benign distress, </i>"Eh.... Eh... Sweet drink... Eh...." <br/>
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<i>How did he say honey? Or syrup? Or fruity cocktail? The words eluded him and he became even more embarrassed, covering his eyes with his too small hands. Maybe it would be better to spend holiday in his room? He wouldn't get to be around people but at least he could get things he wanted by pushing buttons on a touchpad. None of this, "how you say...?" business and clueless looks and terrified screaming and threats to his life.</i></span></span>