03-25-2019, 10:25 PM
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Runespoor
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom The bulk of the morning rush had ended and Lucy had just stepped back behind the counter when a young, rather handsome, young man approached. He reminded her just a bit of what her husband had looked like in his younger years and it put an extra touch of sweetness in her voice. "Good morning to you, sir. You are in luck as I do have a few rooms still available. They have been filling up fast with the World Cup fans arriving." She turned and grabbed a guest room form from the stack. "I'll need you to fill one of these forms out, then I can get you set up for the duration of your visit." She placed the form on the counter and grabbed a writing utensil to hand to the man. Sir? Did she just call him sir? Malik couldn't help but feel significantly older than he really was. He called some of his former professors at Uagadou that, but that was just about it. Since then, he really had no reason to call anyone sir. His chosen line of work didn't require such formalities. All that mattered was getting his hands on the right items and being able to get a good price out of them.
Now, of course, he didn't respond and outwardly react in any way. All he did was let that charming smile of his work its magic.
The form was expected. As soon as it was passed over to him along with a utensil, Malik did glance through it and half thought about making up some of the details. Should he make up a name and date of birth? He quickly decided against it, certain identification of some sort would be needed for verification purposes. The pet part of the form, however... well, a little white lie never hurt anyone. She didn't need to know about the fury litter he was keeping in his pack.
Within a matter of minutes, he had finished scribbling on the necessary forms and handed them back to the woman.
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