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Aódh McFaol
Location: The Loving Spoon.
Mood: Absolutely ravenous.
Interaction: Out Of Words | OrganicUFO | KodakWolf .
Aódh was a little bit bemused at the sight of an owner and his dog making their way into the café as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Such a thing definitely wouldn't have slid back at the old café he often frequented, The Tribesman, so the eccentricity of the event and everybody's abiding by it was something that put a smile on his face. But, the main thing as it stood to him now, was food. It could have been either Aódh's heightened senses, the acute degree of hunger that he was feeling or a mix of the two that alerted him to the all-inviting smell of the English breakfast being placed on the mat in front of him by Tilly. The egg, the hash brown, the white and black pudding, the sausages (reminding him of Mallons back in Ireland) and the beans were all cooked to perfection. Well, such was the level of his hunger that Aódh more than likely wouldn't have cared in what form the food was served, so long as it was served. The young man was surprised to see the small, stadial-shaped packets of marmalade in a small, oval-shaped wooden basket next to the butter. He was a bit of an oddity in that respect, for eating marmalade, and his family would have often call him 'Paddington' jokingly; were they to know of Aódh ability to transform into something approximating a bear, fur-wise, their nickname would have particularly portentous! It was only as he was about to devour the first piece of a carved-up sausage that Beatrice made a point about the difference when comparing these breakfasts to the ones in Canada.Location: The Loving Spoon.
Mood: Absolutely ravenous.
Interaction: Out Of Words | OrganicUFO | KodakWolf .
"I can only imagine," Aódh said, his gaze glancing quickly between his fellow lodger and the sight of the sausage impaled on the fork, "I suppose given this country's history and that of my own, it would only make sense that we'd share at least this type of breakfast in common."
With that rather barebones treatment as to why two countries almost 18,600 kilometres away from each other share a type of breakfast, Aódh voraciously went to work on the meal before him. The young man wouldn't have recalled such a time where he ripped into portions of food as he was doing now. At the back of his mind, he knew that he should be reining in this display, for fear that, should it become even more animalistic, that his secret would be outed. Along with the odd feeling that this place exercised over him, it was a contingency that he ought to guard against. It was as he was finishing the thought that he realised the plate was nearly wiped, crum-clean, of food and if he had kept going, he might have gobbled down the plate at the same time. Conscious of the noise that he must have been making, he inclined his head in the direction of Marius, as well as Augie and his dog.
"I'm so sorry," he whimpered out, his face aflush in embarrassment at the thought of him scoffing down food like a glutton, "I wouldn't have ate anything since yesterday, so though it may be an explanation for my wolfing all that food down, it's no excuse for my lack of manners. Forgive me for that little display of mine."
He turned to Beatrice, the flush still spread all across his face.
"...I'm sorry you had to see that."
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