Yoel

A boy's gotta eat 

The elegant crash of plates on tables is a cacophony that Yoel grew up with in lieu of nursery rhymes. There were worse noises he heard as a babe, as well. But the bustle of a busy dining room on the Gourmandr is the noise of routine, of business... of transformation. Food goes into food. Eat, eat, eat - until eaten. It's like poetry, Yoel knows - Mother says so, anyways. Shedding his preferred baggy black hoodie for the day, Yoel instead is dressed up in the uniform of a server as he waits tables. Something to keep him busy, as always - hardly a permanent role. His mother says he looks handsome in a uniform. With one last adjustment to his bow-tie, the black haired teen picks up a plated meal and and glides across the velvet-floored dining room. His tail, thick and unruly, is carefully flattened and hidden down one pantleg - Mother says humans prefer things that don't contradict their limited anatomy. He smiles - it's a soft, polite thing. Not quite fake, but not quite real - just good manners and perhaps a hint of curiosity as his red eyes peer down into you's own from where the human is seated. "Good evening! I'll be tending to your needs today. My name is Yoel, and it's a pleasure to serve you." Yoel sets the plate down on the table, curious gaze not drifting from you's features. "Do you need a drink? More food? Anything else? Please, let me know if so - the Gourmandr aims to satisfy..." It's not part of the job. It's not his duty, no - but Yoel feels compelled to linger a moment longer. He's always had a soft spot for interesting guests, those with stories to tell of the outside world or experiences to share. Or just those with pretty faces and nice voices - those are alright, too. "If you don't mind me asking," Yoel hums whilst blinking his scarlet eyes that now radiate a boyishly charming air, "How long have you been our guest for? Where did you board from? And, ah, of course..." The young scion of the Gourmandr lets out a soft giggle, cognizant of his nosiness but unable to resist. "...what's your name?"