smartass_captain

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Felix's style of dress is a lot more familiar to Rondo than Jim's, when it comes right down to it. For all their technology and magic, Arraka'arans of Rondo's class favor leather, natural woven materials, and ornate brocades. Also quite a bit of jewelry. He has eight rings on each ear, and some sort of glittery ankle guards over his boots.

"People also place ashes of loved ones in their lanterns after their deaths," he says, "but this isn't really the time to chat about funeral traditions, at a wedding--"

Oh, he notices that start and break in the conversation. He's not quite sure what to make of it, one eyebrow raising, but Jim's arrival manages to forestall any questions or concerns. He shakes Jim's hand firmly, a strong grip for a small person with soft, aristocratic hands. He's already given Felix his surname, so he thinks nothing much of Jim having forgotten to mention it. Luckily it's written on the gift tag so he can refresh his memory later!

"Yes, I was getting that impression," he says with a polite smile, starting to note that his human friend is a little bit tipsy. "We were comparing notes just now...um..."

His eyes stray toward the familiar. Now that he's getting a better look at it, he can tell it's not exactly a corporeal creature, which is a huge relief in a way, and deeply unnerving in another. His ears react, lowering and jutting to the sides. "Is...is that?"

Humans and their dogs, is the thought that pops up in his head, but he bites his tongue on it. Best not to comment until he's sure he knows exactly what he's looking at.