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Starling sighed softly within the confinds of his blankets. He didn't want to move nor did he really want to hear what was going on beyond his bedroom door. But his large ears wouldn't let the muffled voices escape him. Only bits of pieces he could pick up here and there depending on how loud the two might become. But even at normal tone of voice he could picked out a few words.

Rolling over on to his back the poor fox rubbed his face tiredly. "Come on, stop talking out there." He spoke to himself with exhuastion and fustration. Why was it that everytime he tired to sleep something was always going on? A fight, romance next door, Hessat being loud, or visitors coming through. For once in his life, he would just love it if the brothel was, well, silent.

Well, if he wasn't going to be able to fully rest he might as well listen in a bit. Maybe it would provide him some slight entertainment. Pushing himself up on the bed he twisted his body around to rest his sore feet on the floor.

"... duties to the Church, you see..."

"...I’d think one of the girls...friar...hear...brothel."

Only catching tid bits of the conversation a bit more clear caused him to raise a brow in confusion. A friar? Was someone mising from a church...and seeing a courtesean here? Oh, now that would be hella awkward. Then again, friar's were people too and they had needs like anyone else.

"The heck...?" Standing, the smith moved about his room, swapping shirts and a loose fitting pair of pants. He didn't bother trying to tame his hair that was going every other direction. Now, being slightly presentable, he put his hear to the door and cracked it open slightly. The voices where coming from below. Now was the great debat for the fox. Should he venture out or merely return to his bed? Was it really his business?

The sounds of the bartender caught the foxes attention. His head soon followed the flicking of his ears and the fox was back to staring at the blond who had a, wait, was that a freaking wolf? Well, that was indeed a different sight because honetly, who had a wolf let alone take on into a bar. Hell, it would make one hell of a bar joke but joke's didn't try to bite your arm off. Oh dear.

Starling sunk down in his chair with his ears down cast. He was now doing his best to make himself appear very small in order not to be noticed. Why had he been staring at someone with a wolf? What if they didn't like the staring and sent the wolf to bite his face off? Oh lord, what if it took his arm! How would he make a living?

As if the Nuka was reading his mind it seemed the wolf was now staring right him. "Christ..." He muttered under his breath and then decided he needed a bit more of the sweat nectur in his cup for bravery. It helped a little bit to keep him from shaking in his little boots but when the beast suddenly came at him. All he could think about was how he was going to tell Hessat he lost an arm.

He couldn't help but flinch as he readied himself for an on coming attack. He held that flinch for a good twenty seconds before he realized nothing bad was happening to him. There was no pain and no blood. Slowly, and awkwardly, he opened his golden eyes to peer at the wolf who seemed to be happily sitting next to him.

"Ah. Good. G-good, wolf. Ah." Was that the proper way to speak to animal like Nuka? He hadn't a clue but he almost jumped out of his seat when the blond he had been staring at was now speaking to him. Justled back to life, Starling turned his gaze to the man. He had opened his mouth to say something but his words where cut off by his mouth snapping shut.

He was just called a cutie. Starling's face instantly lite up like a christmas tree. Once again, it took him a moment to find his words. "It's - It's okay. No, harm, um, done." Okay, yeah. So he wasn't very good with words on the fly. Unsure how to carry on he lowered his gaze back to his drink while scratching at the cups side as a distraction.

This girl seemed to enjoy making his head spin like a top. All she seemed to care about was getting a kick out of watching the Blacksmith get more and more confused. What was he supposed to do about that? Inwardly, he wondered if she really might know him or merely playing him for a fool. Wouldn't Hessat tell him everything he needed to know? As much as that man made him a nervous or at times angry, he still trusted him enough to listen to what he was being told. But a mark on his ear was never really talked about. Maybe, Hessat never noticed it? 

He was pulled out of his thoughts at the glimmer of something shinny being tossed at him. In a panic, he desperately tried to catch the compact. But all he did was make it dance around in the air like it was nothing more then a slippery piece of soap. Eventually, he was able to catch it and hold it close with wide eyes. "A little warning would of been nice!" Well, she did kind of giving him a warning but he was off in his own world at that point. 

Cracking the compact open he gazed at his own reflection and then back at her with an odd reflection. He was half tempted to toss her the mirror back and tell her off. But a part of him was overly curious on the matter of his ear. With some hesitation he held the mirror up to the side with his head cocked. At first, he didn't see a damn thing but as soon as he moved his ear around he caught sight of something odd. Brushing his hair off to the side he all but dropped that poor compact. 

There was a mark behind his ear but the meaning behind it was beyond him. Maybe it was something he always had, a birth mark maybe? Uneasy feeling overcame the fox and he snapped the compact closed a bit too harshly. Then, promptly tossed it back at the young lady. "Okay, so there is something there. What of it?" He decided to try and be disconnected to it that way it wouldn't bother him. But oh, did it bother him that someone knew something about him that he did not!

The offer of sudden information peeked his interested but there was a catch to it. He had to play her game and from living with Hessat, he was heavily hesitant. "I don't do games..." Games let to unwanted attention normally, harm, and other times true embarrassment.