She watched with curious eyes. The things that sat before him were intriguing, but she kept a weary distance, unsure if they were playthings or something adult and serious. At time she had confused toys with things of general importance, though those things had been mainly in paper form. still she was hesitant, and as he spoke using words that made no sense to her she wanted to recede into herself or just run away. It was is pleasant tone and welcoming gesture that kept her standing in place, and even gave her enough confidence to take a step closer.
Boun giorno? Mimicking his words almost exactly she put them in question form. Was he making fun of her? She was almost sure that he would poke fun at her large paws and lanky legs, but there was no concrete answer. What does that mean? Her question was a little less demanding, though she still wanted him to explain himself. Moving to the spot he had indicated she watched him and waited for his answer... It better not be a joke about her.
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