06-06-2021, 05:04 PM
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Ximen glanced at Ares and nodded. The cheetahcore couldn’t quite tell if the youngester was pissed at him for dragging her into this or simply angry at the situation—teenagers, amiright?—but he supposed that mattered little.
Grimacing to himself, he levitated a cig out of his bag. With a squint and shoulder-touch at his sister, he silently asked her for a quick flame.
“There’s more to intel than just meetings and shit.” He shrugged, took a drag, and exhaled. Fuck arguing in circles; he’d wait for Arrow to show.
And, sure enough, before his cig burned halfway down, the luminary showed up running on swears. Least the arguing ended. And, for all Arrow’s hotheadedness and foul mouth, Ximen thought her a rational leader. A bit more smoke than fire, but hot enough to burn bright.
His golden eyes slid back to Atticus. “Ximen’d like to pick Atticus’s brain. Perhaps over a meal. Perhaps in between blows in a sparring match.” The cig flicked, as though tapped by an invisible finger, and the ash dropped between his paws.
Stifling a yawn, he stood up and stretched. Big. Teeth. Energy.
Grimacing to himself, he levitated a cig out of his bag. With a squint and shoulder-touch at his sister, he silently asked her for a quick flame.
“There’s more to intel than just meetings and shit.” He shrugged, took a drag, and exhaled. Fuck arguing in circles; he’d wait for Arrow to show.
And, sure enough, before his cig burned halfway down, the luminary showed up running on swears. Least the arguing ended. And, for all Arrow’s hotheadedness and foul mouth, Ximen thought her a rational leader. A bit more smoke than fire, but hot enough to burn bright.
His golden eyes slid back to Atticus. “Ximen’d like to pick Atticus’s brain. Perhaps over a meal. Perhaps in between blows in a sparring match.” The cig flicked, as though tapped by an invisible finger, and the ash dropped between his paws.
Stifling a yawn, he stood up and stretched. Big. Teeth. Energy.