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“Yes, that is fine,” George responded, his attention fixed on the arachnid. She was well behaved, that was a fact, and her brother, as it was, appeared to lack in the department. Though, Raziel wasn’t too comfortable either, the otherwise steadfast, vigilant Umbran standing behind his elder, much like a child. George would be lying if he didn’t find the situation somewhat amusing, but as it was, he couldn’t indulge too heavily. The man had seen and greeted countless races throughout his life, Umbrans, Arachnids and even Undead on occasion. “We’ll be on our way, remember to maintain peace in public areas, miss, and sir,” he tipped his hat to the two, and motioned for Raziel to follow along.

Making their way out of the store, it was easy to say that having two police officers speaking with you amid a crowd offered a sense of embarrassment. All eyes were on you, and an immediate response to the scenario was that you had done something wrong. Hopefully it wouldn’t need to be repeated. 

“Fear of spiders, hm?” George smirked, looking to his partner as they continued along their route.

[color=F7D358]“They just make me uncomfortable,”[/color] Raziel frowned, lowering his gaze towards those sharp claws clicking against the floor. 

“Ah, of course,” the elder nodded, thinking it over, “she was polite, though, wouldn’t you say?” 

[color=F7D358]“Sure..,”[/color] the Umbran sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He knew, for sure, that in this line of work, he would need to overcome his phobia of spiders. Otherwise, personal demons could easily overcome his capabilities, and it would be a shame to let something so trivial get in the way of an otherwise promising career. 

“Say,” George looked down at his witch, “it’s time for lunch, where would you like to eat?” 

[color=F7D358]“They had a salad bar over there,”[/color] the Umbran motioned towards the food court. Indeed, being paired with an Umbran did limit the choices offered, quite drastically. Raziel could only eat vegan food if he aimed to maintain his health. Anything else would be the cause of extreme internal trauma. Luckily, with the various races present, more restaurants were starting to make themselves known. They catered to the less common races, which was a welcomed addition. 

The Skyline maintained most, if not all restaurants aimed primarily at Umbrans, but Raziel had little interest in getting a job as a police officer in their midst. Nothing ever happened in the Skyline, and being the young Umbran than he was, the slow, eventless days would drive him insane. Almost like a puppy, young Umbrans, even with their more reserved lifestyles, required activity, or else they grew restless. 
“Sounds good,” George nodded his head, “this ol’ tummy probably needs to eat healthier, anyways,” he chuckled, patting his stomach as they made their way towards the dining area.