08-20-2018, 07:29 AM
[size=9pt]"Hope it's not too late to go back on that feline souffle thing." says the young lion as he approaches, heavy, sleep deprived gaze lingering on Onision and Crowdcontol before they flick to Feliks. "They both need some fuckin' manners." he drawls, only half joking. Given the kit's parents, surely he would know how to act? Marg was about the most polite creature you could find; how the fuck did she breed this thing? And Crowdcontol, too-- They weren't exactly upholding the whole Friendly Welcoming Star Nerds reputation. Thank God for Imperia.
The lion slips up beside the wolf, brushing against her just slightly, because that might just be a new thing they do and he's all for it. Plus, he'd like to leave at least a foot's length gap between him and the demon child. "Sounds like you've got some history." said Moon, a throwaway comment. "I'm Moon. Sorry for the first impressions. Swear at least 60% of us know how to act."
The lion slips up beside the wolf, brushing against her just slightly, because that might just be a new thing they do and he's all for it. Plus, he'd like to leave at least a foot's length gap between him and the demon child. "Sounds like you've got some history." said Moon, a throwaway comment. "I'm Moon. Sorry for the first impressions. Swear at least 60% of us know how to act."
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