Letty's eyebrows went up, not sure she agreed with a name making the creature less scary. He could be named pumpkin muffin for all she cared, and he would still be the most terrifying beast she had ever seen. Well, it would be rude to critique a stranger's naming habits while she was sat in their bed, and Leticia tried to remain polite.
She had to admit, though, the mention of guns impressed her deeply, and the image of Hayate proudly posing with a large rifle struck her as very impressive. Inching away from the headboard, Leticia found herself relaxing more, able to put more faith and trust in her new friend.
"I hope I'm not imposing on you. It's awfully kind of you to let me stay here — and in your bed. Can I do anything in return? Like ah ... Tidy... " Leticia cast a dubious glance around the room. It looked quite a lot like a small hurricane had burst in through his house, and Letty made a small face at the dust shining on top of a couple surfaces. "I can cook a little bit, too! Ah but ... Mostly just non-meats. I could never stomach smelling meat, I'm afraid." Even just the smell of blood and raw meat made her stomach churn, some instinct telling her to run far away rather than eat it. She didn't know how carnivores could prefer a slab of meat over a bowl of leaves sometimes.
She had to admit, though, the mention of guns impressed her deeply, and the image of Hayate proudly posing with a large rifle struck her as very impressive. Inching away from the headboard, Leticia found herself relaxing more, able to put more faith and trust in her new friend.
"I hope I'm not imposing on you. It's awfully kind of you to let me stay here — and in your bed. Can I do anything in return? Like ah ... Tidy... " Leticia cast a dubious glance around the room. It looked quite a lot like a small hurricane had burst in through his house, and Letty made a small face at the dust shining on top of a couple surfaces. "I can cook a little bit, too! Ah but ... Mostly just non-meats. I could never stomach smelling meat, I'm afraid." Even just the smell of blood and raw meat made her stomach churn, some instinct telling her to run far away rather than eat it. She didn't know how carnivores could prefer a slab of meat over a bowl of leaves sometimes.