[They eventually find their way to a table. It's probably a table meant for the staff to relax at between showing off giant serpents, but you know, it has seats and no one is using it. It'll have to do.
Dylas takes a seat opposite Cinnamon. For a good few moments, he can't think of anything to say. He looks at her. He looks away, worried he's staring too much. He opens his mouth once, but nothing comes out. The entire time his tail can be heard thudding against the wooden chair behind his own. He's anxious.
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Dylas takes a seat opposite Cinnamon. For a good few moments, he can't think of anything to say. He looks at her. He looks away, worried he's staring too much. He opens his mouth once, but nothing comes out. The entire time his tail can be heard thudding against the wooden chair behind his own. He's anxious.
Eventually, he sorts his thoughts out. Sort of.]
I'm Dylas. I should've led with that. Who're you?