[Sion looks up sharply, eyes narrowing, a hand touching his head, the other raising sharply, his voice a cold, clear command in tone, nothing like the amiable tone so far.]
Lucile.
[Lucky won't sense any presence at all, nor see anything. But Sion is clearly addressing someone.]
Wait.
[And his focus is on Lucky now, but the gentle tone is a little colder, more businesslike and distant.]
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Date: 2015-09-09 01:02 pm (UTC)Lucile.
[Lucky won't sense any presence at all, nor see anything. But Sion is clearly addressing someone.]
Wait.
[And his focus is on Lucky now, but the gentle tone is a little colder, more businesslike and distant.]
Is the food not to your liking?