07-23-2018, 11:05 AM
[size=9pt]Moon, on the other hand, wouldn't touch exercise with a ten foot pole. To the trained eye, it shows; for a lion, he's feeble looking. No mass, no bulk. It's all slim shoulders and lanky limbs, some lean muscle here and there, but nothing that's the obvious product of training. He's just gifted in the looks department, and not much else.
As for her speaking of Roman, he's not too fond of that, either. Roman? Really? He was obviously some kinda' genius, with some questionable past, but was he really much to look at? Not to mention he was, like, twice their age. Moon purses his lips, eyeing Imperia out of the corner of his gaze. He's teasing again. "Yeah, sure," he says, sounding not on board with it at all, "You guys go ahead and pick a place and time. Just make sure you hold the champagne and love proclamations until after I'm put under anesthetic; that shit makes me queasy.
His feigned bitterness goes out the window, however, when he outright laughs at her response. The sound fills the room and bounces off the corners, a warm, pure thing. There's a slight echo and it's with that that he remembers where they are. Stuck in a room, in the most uncomfortable, unsettling place they could possibly be in, and yet they're somehow finding a way to make it enjoyable. Kudos to them. "Damn," he says, laughter still in his voice, "I'm really gonna' have to convert you to the corrupted, aren't I? You ever heard of sarcasm, puppy?" Of course she has, the wolf's cleverer than him in every way. But he thinks perhaps she's lacking in some street smarts, or whatever they call that. Maybe he can teach her how not to so damn gullible. "It's fine, I know I'm not looking like much of a snack, lately. Need some more meat on my bones, or whatever."
Genuinely, he doesn't fucking care. Sometimes he gets caught up in things. Memories, thoughts, his surroundings, the new people. It's not like he's on the verge of starving, but sometimes it'll all pile up and he'll just forget to do normal maintenance things to keep his body functioning. A passing thought, he makes some vague note to start eating properly, starting sleeping properly. Hell, maybe if Imperia were to invite him on one of them runs some day, he'd go. And pigs fly. "Would you rather... Okay, so say you had a remote, and it controlled your life. Would you rather have a pause button, or a rewind button?"
As for her speaking of Roman, he's not too fond of that, either. Roman? Really? He was obviously some kinda' genius, with some questionable past, but was he really much to look at? Not to mention he was, like, twice their age. Moon purses his lips, eyeing Imperia out of the corner of his gaze. He's teasing again. "Yeah, sure," he says, sounding not on board with it at all, "You guys go ahead and pick a place and time. Just make sure you hold the champagne and love proclamations until after I'm put under anesthetic; that shit makes me queasy.
His feigned bitterness goes out the window, however, when he outright laughs at her response. The sound fills the room and bounces off the corners, a warm, pure thing. There's a slight echo and it's with that that he remembers where they are. Stuck in a room, in the most uncomfortable, unsettling place they could possibly be in, and yet they're somehow finding a way to make it enjoyable. Kudos to them. "Damn," he says, laughter still in his voice, "I'm really gonna' have to convert you to the corrupted, aren't I? You ever heard of sarcasm, puppy?" Of course she has, the wolf's cleverer than him in every way. But he thinks perhaps she's lacking in some street smarts, or whatever they call that. Maybe he can teach her how not to so damn gullible. "It's fine, I know I'm not looking like much of a snack, lately. Need some more meat on my bones, or whatever."
Genuinely, he doesn't fucking care. Sometimes he gets caught up in things. Memories, thoughts, his surroundings, the new people. It's not like he's on the verge of starving, but sometimes it'll all pile up and he'll just forget to do normal maintenance things to keep his body functioning. A passing thought, he makes some vague note to start eating properly, starting sleeping properly. Hell, maybe if Imperia were to invite him on one of them runs some day, he'd go. And pigs fly. "Would you rather... Okay, so say you had a remote, and it controlled your life. Would you rather have a pause button, or a rewind button?"
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