"Perhaps." T'vor replied, musing. "If we can scrape up a work crew."
Sephiroth tapped his friend's shoulder.
"I think I can help with that. Or rather, I think he can." He gestured to a figure standing just beside his shoulder.
It was Grim.
"You called, Azurael?"
He grinned.
"Hello, miss Anuriel! Sorry, I was handing out orders!" Chrissa marched out of the kitchen to meet the head chef. When she saw Damien, however, she suddenly seemed nervous. She was a very shy lass, and was always on edge around strangers.
"Um, if you're hungry, I can make something up really quick for you?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man walk in, also with purplish-colored hair. Yet...he was an Angel?
She frowned. He reminded her of someone...but couldn't place her finger on it quite. She returned her attention to her boss.
"Or, um, you know, I can just take your order?" She grabbed her pen and pad of paper.
Sephiroth tapped his friend's shoulder.
"I think I can help with that. Or rather, I think he can." He gestured to a figure standing just beside his shoulder.
It was Grim.
"You called, Azurael?"
He grinned.
"Hello, miss Anuriel! Sorry, I was handing out orders!" Chrissa marched out of the kitchen to meet the head chef. When she saw Damien, however, she suddenly seemed nervous. She was a very shy lass, and was always on edge around strangers.
"Um, if you're hungry, I can make something up really quick for you?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man walk in, also with purplish-colored hair. Yet...he was an Angel?
She frowned. He reminded her of someone...but couldn't place her finger on it quite. She returned her attention to her boss.
"Or, um, you know, I can just take your order?" She grabbed her pen and pad of paper.