[size=9pt]Moon watches with no small amount of humor as Gabriel steps forward, listens to his psuedo-professional bullshit and struggles to bite down on the laugh that bubbles up his throat. For a moment, his lips part and bare glistening white fangs, multicolored with various flowers as they always are, and he beams, because, see-- this is funny, and as much as Feathers is a fucker, Moon feels a brief spark of what some would call -- but what he wouldn't be caught dead calling -- affection for the hybrid.
That is until the Sunhaven Leader flickers her beady eyes at him and his laugh dies quick in his throat. He realizes that this might not be such a joking matter for everyone involved, and though, truthfully, he does not fucking care, he feigns that he does. For the sake of democracy. Or something. "Alright, alright," Says Moon in a chiding voice, glancing to the sky as if it might give him strength to deal with this steaming pile of bullshit. "Take it easy, gills." He steps up beside Gabe, making a show of shouldering past Thea on the way. "I'm not looking to ruin any alliances here. What happened that time was a misunderstanding. Thea will be dealt with and the same goes for whoever it was who attacked--" Don't call him Buckaroo.' "Buckingham." His voice takes on something more serious, and a far away part of his brain realizes he sounds something alike a receptionist that wants to die. "But, listen, sweetheart-- This is a two way street. From what I've heard, your pet robot jumped Bast." That was what he'd heard. And it was from a reliable source. If a magpie that'd happened to be enjoying a worm on a branch nearby counted as a reliable source. "I'm not asking for any apologies on your part, all I'm saying is we're even. An eye for an eye. Bast for a Buck."
That is until the Sunhaven Leader flickers her beady eyes at him and his laugh dies quick in his throat. He realizes that this might not be such a joking matter for everyone involved, and though, truthfully, he does not fucking care, he feigns that he does. For the sake of democracy. Or something. "Alright, alright," Says Moon in a chiding voice, glancing to the sky as if it might give him strength to deal with this steaming pile of bullshit. "Take it easy, gills." He steps up beside Gabe, making a show of shouldering past Thea on the way. "I'm not looking to ruin any alliances here. What happened that time was a misunderstanding. Thea will be dealt with and the same goes for whoever it was who attacked--" Don't call him Buckaroo.' "Buckingham." His voice takes on something more serious, and a far away part of his brain realizes he sounds something alike a receptionist that wants to die. "But, listen, sweetheart-- This is a two way street. From what I've heard, your pet robot jumped Bast." That was what he'd heard. And it was from a reliable source. If a magpie that'd happened to be enjoying a worm on a branch nearby counted as a reliable source. "I'm not asking for any apologies on your part, all I'm saying is we're even. An eye for an eye. Bast for a Buck."
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