Capochin hops right back up, trotting over to where a metal carafe is keeping some coffee from the morning warm, pouring John a cup. "Don't worry if you ain't got a resume or nothin', we ain't so formal," Capo assures him, cutting of what he assumes to be nervous rambling.
He returns with the cup, passing it over. "So! What's your name, kid?"
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Date: 2025-01-09 07:49 pm (UTC)He returns with the cup, passing it over. "So! What's your name, kid?"