Hoping that being a friend of Augustine meant she won't be mauled to death or anything of the sort, Ainsley raised her hand in hesitant greeting. She does her best to think of the dragon-creature like the way she does to Kara and other pets - friendly when convinced, curious by nature. (Only this one has lots of sharp teeth and claws and...)
"H-Hi there. You must be the... friend I've been hearing about for a while now!" She takes a step back to keep her distance. While also conveniently keeping herself closer to the open door of the office- !!! She has an idea and a reminder about something. "Give me a sec?"
She quickly turns around to jog back to the door. Partly to close it so no one else saw who else was in there and to grab the bag of deflated pastry sweets that lay just outside. When she makes sure no one is looking around anymore and manages to shoo curious passerby away - You know how he is! Watching all those movies with jumpscares when I'm around! - she closes the door and approaches the creature renewed confidence.
Why? Because she's now offering the creature a treat from the pastry bag, her face now a mixture of hopeful expectation and cautious reservation.
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Hoping that being a friend of Augustine meant she won't be mauled to death or anything of the sort, Ainsley raised her hand in hesitant greeting. She does her best to think of the dragon-creature like the way she does to Kara and other pets - friendly when convinced, curious by nature. (Only this one has lots of sharp teeth and claws and...)
"H-Hi there. You must be the... friend I've been hearing about for a while now!" She takes a step back to keep her distance. While also conveniently keeping herself closer to the open door of the office- !!! She has an idea and a reminder about something. "Give me a sec?"
She quickly turns around to jog back to the door. Partly to close it so no one else saw who else was in there and to grab the bag of deflated pastry sweets that lay just outside. When she makes sure no one is looking around anymore and manages to shoo curious passerby away - You know how he is! Watching all those movies with jumpscares when I'm around! - she closes the door and approaches the creature renewed confidence.
Why? Because she's now offering the creature a treat from the pastry bag, her face now a mixture of hopeful expectation and cautious reservation.
"Fancy a cream puff?"