[Fortunately Zenyatta was somewhat conspicuous even at home- even in a world filled with omnics, an omnic monk is still worthy of note- so the attention mostly rolls off of him like rainwater. Still, as far as ways of getting his attention go, planting a flower crown straight onto his head is one excellent way of doing it.]
Oh!
[He stops abruptly, a petal or two drifting idly loose with the movement, to actually take the stranger in. Broad and handsome, Zenyatta is so distracted by the admittedly glorious bouquet in his arms that he very nearly fails to notice that tell-tale... well. Tail. Or the ears, for that matter. For a moment he visibly double-takes, chin jerking upwards as if to check the sky for a stray moon, but, no, the sky is clear. This, it seems, is just the way he arrived.
How fascinating!
Overfamiliarity is almost a way of life for Zenyatta; he simply chuckles, cocking his head playfully.]
Am I so transparent? The atmosphere is really quite infectious. [a brief nod to Bardo's flowers.] I hope you are not working so hard that you cannot appreciate it yourself!
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Oh!
[He stops abruptly, a petal or two drifting idly loose with the movement, to actually take the stranger in. Broad and handsome, Zenyatta is so distracted by the admittedly glorious bouquet in his arms that he very nearly fails to notice that tell-tale... well. Tail. Or the ears, for that matter. For a moment he visibly double-takes, chin jerking upwards as if to check the sky for a stray moon, but, no, the sky is clear. This, it seems, is just the way he arrived.
How fascinating!
Overfamiliarity is almost a way of life for Zenyatta; he simply chuckles, cocking his head playfully.]
Am I so transparent? The atmosphere is really quite infectious. [a brief nod to Bardo's flowers.] I hope you are not working so hard that you cannot appreciate it yourself!