(Eudio) Cuddlr

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Mr. Gold (Age: Quite dead in dog years) I'm flattered but... questioning your taste.

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Comments

[cantwalkwithoutit]

Very well. I'll be sure to drop by soon.

(OOC: Would you like to do a log, or just continue from here?)

[rayburn]

You won't regret it.

(OOC: Here is fine if it works for you. I've been flooding the log comm lately. If you decide you want me to move it to logs lmk and I'll shift it.)

[The Restaurant is a fair sight classier than anyone who has had the misfortune of chatting with Danny might assume, and it's very well maintained and cared for with a healthy amount of love.

Danny is sitting at the bar, the doors and all the windows open to let the ocean breeze slide through the building unencumbered. He's got a pen in one hand and the latest menu in the other, making notes for ordering in certain ingredients and adjusting the menu to add a local ice cream shop's desserts to the current iteration. Before mid-day he's the only one generally there, and most of the business comes later in the evening hours. It's fast becoming a prime date spot for locals, at least.]

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Gold makes a point to put in an appearance a day later, finding the establishment easy enough and wandering in during its early hours in the hopes it will not be too busy. He's been invited to come see someone but it's something else to meet him where (and when) he works. The location puts him in mind of Storybrooke, though there weren't many especially fancy places there.

Dressed in a simple but tailored suit, as is his usual way, upon entering he looks as though he's uncertain he's in the right place, or if his timing is correct. ]

Mister Rayburn, was it?

[rayburn]

[Danny turns in his seat to get a look before stepping off the bar stools to go meet the man with a cheerful grin. He's easy to recognize from his cuddlr. Danny's no where near as fance, dressed in a simple button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and some comfortable black pants, well fitted to keep from getting in the way while he works.

It's technically open hours, but the restaurant is quiet, his bartender not even on duty yet, and Danny approaches, offering a hand despite it not being his usual gesture. Gold looks the sort to appreciate the gesture.]

Mr. Gold. Call me Danny. Good to see you could make it on by. [He's got an interesting quirk to his voice, and he speaks warm and easy, like the world can wait. He's like a lazy summer day personified.]

Come have a seat, make yourself at home. You find your way all right? The beach loses some people to the views.

[cantwalkwithoutit]

[ Rayburn's manner immediately puts him at ease, despite himself. If Gold were the sort to dress differently, ever, he would feel overdressed. As it is, he doesn't seem to hold everyone to the same standard. He accepts Danny's hand easily, with a firm shake. There's a touch of nerves there that Danny might pick up on, just a little impulse that says he's letting go when he feels like he's held on too long. ]

I don't make a point to visit the beach as often as many do, I suppose. Once I knew where to look, you were easy enough to find.

[ And, well, it already smells good, at the very least. He knew he was in the right place when it drowned out the salt in the air. ]

...But thank you for inviting me.

[ He has no idea what he's doing, Danny. ]