[ trucy's perception is a little more honed than the average person's—falling short only of apollo's abilities. even then, she has to concentrate in order to find and piece things together, and sadly, her concentration is honed in on whatever is under this jukebox. she's not going to notice a highly trained assassin dog man inspecting the parlor.
not until he rounds the counter and makes himself known. she gives the smallest frightened gasp and whips her head around to meet that voice. she yanks her wand away from beneath the jukebox and hides it behind her back as if she'd been caught doing something illegal. ]
I-I'm sorry! I was just— Do you—
[ her eyes go right to the ears. ]
...Um.
[ back to eustace. back to the ears.
and then they don't leave the ears. she's a little dumbstruck. at least she finishes her thought. ]
me too
not until he rounds the counter and makes himself known. she gives the smallest frightened gasp and whips her head around to meet that voice. she yanks her wand away from beneath the jukebox and hides it behind her back as if she'd been caught doing something illegal. ]
I-I'm sorry! I was just— Do you—
[ her eyes go right to the ears. ]
...Um.
[ back to eustace. back to the ears.
and then they don't leave the ears. she's a little dumbstruck. at least she finishes her thought. ]
...Do you work here?