11-01-2019, 08:28 AM
When Kilius had first arrived within the borders of the Typhoon, Hush hadn't thought too much of him. He was a very odd fellow, and he made Hush feel oddly irritated for some reason, at least when the other first joined. Perhaps it was just because Kilius was yet another member of the group that couldn't understand him unless he spoke, something he was quite keen on not doing. Still, he shouldn't hold that against Kilius. After all, it wasn't as if the other male had blinked himself intentionally – at least, he hadn't as far as Hush knew, but he had only known the other male a couple of days. Hush had been moving through camp slowly, looking around for something that he could help out with, when he heard Kilius's voice cut through the silence. He flinched a little bit, his ears flattening down at the other's words. He knew that his sword produced noise when it clanged against his side, but he didn't think it was that loud. Perhaps Kilius's ears were just extra sensitive thanks to his condition. Turning to face Kilius, the golden feline flicked his tail from side to side, before he said back, in his soft and rough voice, hoarse as always, "Hello, Kilius. Sorry if the sword annoys you,. I just keep it on me all the time, in case a fight breaks out." Hopefully that wouldn't be happening too often as of late, what with the Pitt being dealt with at the moment and all, but Hush would rather be safe than sorry.
[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]