Re: In the Lobby
Mikaal did his best to give no indication he noticed the lingering looks, but his cheeks took on that telltale darker indigo color that said he was blushing a little, and there was a twinkle in his eye. It was always nice to be noticed. He didn't immediately recognize Todd, however, because he looked nothing like the awkward little boy on that rickety boat in Mojoworld. This here was a grown man.
"Todd? Todd, from the flying sharks Todd?" Mik blurted out. His smile got wide and even friendlier. He hoisted the 24-pack of water bottles onto his left shoulder and offered his right hand to shake. "Jennie's your sister? Wow. What a small world." He looked Todd over. "Wow. I mean. You look... wow."
This one grew up in all the right places, he thought, quoting to himself a silly werewolf show he was totally not addicted to. Nope.
He would shake Todd's hand firmly, and kind of forget to give the man his hand back in a timely manner. "Small world." He finally muttered.