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As she talked, Mordecai found himself taking a liking to her very easily. There was simply something about her that warmed his spirits, and he considered that to be quite a good thing. It was a feeling he hoped would begin to stir anew as things slowly pieced themselves back together at the Spine, provided that they didn't go skirting off the rails any where in the near future.

Still, the premise of a storyteller certainly had its benefits. It was a morale booster for those who were willing to sit and listen, which was something that Mordecai had always been good for. As if to punctuate such, he found himself reclining to his haunches, the weariness of standing still seeping into him. A break would be nice, and perfect for the questions that bubbled forth to his salmon-colored tongue.

“What's your favorite story, then?” He had agreed with her wholeheartedly through her opinion, and now prompted her for one of those stories. Mordecai could not miss the desire of wanting a good story in his glided gaze, but it also went with the enjoyment of the company he found himself in. Yes, he too was glad that their meeting had taken a turn for the better after all.