08-14-2014, 06:35 PM
He grunted at Kioku. If the man only knew how many times the ogre actually envisioned nibbling on his skin... Though he never really imagined nibbles. They were more, bites. Delicious, delicious bites. Kioku was a good customer though, and somewhat of a friend, Brumac liked to think. He couldn't eat his friends. Maybe he wouldn't mind some salt and a lick or two though.
As Kioku came onto his customers, the ogre shook his head. The man was impossible, but Brumac never tried to stop him. He ran a tavern full of beings that liked to partake and indulge in various and sometimes taboo things. If he started regulating this and that, his tavern would be the great and welcoming place that he thought of it as. So long as Kioku wasn't hurting business or causing trouble, Brumac let him be.
Brumac snorted at Yukieteru's words. Beings never denied his food. Well they sometimes did, but only once. The large ogre liked to feed people. He rarely took no for an answer. Plus, his food was good. His own personal recipes.
He moved to the other side of the bar and grabbed a key, dwarfed in his large hand. Red eyes searched for Peri again in vain and he grumbled. More customers had come in and others were waiting to check out, while he was tending these at the bar. "I don't suppose you need something part-time?" he asked Kioku in an irritated booming voice. The other two were passing through, so asking them wouldn't have made sense.
If Kioku said yes, Brumac would allow him room and board on the top floor of the tavern, where all of the workers were allowed to stay if they didn't have another place to go. He also wouldn't regulate who Kioku 'brought home', so long as it wasn't on the job. Brumac opened his hand to Yukiteru, holding the key out. "I'll start you a tab," he boomed. "We'll square up before you leave."
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