Speak of the devil and he arrives. The canine can't help the snicker that flutters from his thickly covered throat as he eyes the ice laiden feline before him. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Would you like something better? Maybe peasant is a better word for it." Either way he doubts he will stop the use of the word anytime soon. After all, that is what they are. Mere common folk that toil away in the soil all day. Struggling to make ends meet. That's just the way of the world and he enjoys the jabbing and prodding that comes with his elevated statues. Even despite not being in his own kingdom he hardly cares about the incessant whining of others unless it is something worth his time.
Shifting the poodle finally gives the other his full attention and he snorts a little. They had a storm? Where were the workers that repaired things? Surely they at least cared enough to rebuild? Or is he just coming at a breaking period. Regardless he almost sneers and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm looking for a new place to put up my feet if you must know, cat. Show me to where you all sleep if not then I'm done talking to you and I'll find my own way."
Shifting the poodle finally gives the other his full attention and he snorts a little. They had a storm? Where were the workers that repaired things? Surely they at least cared enough to rebuild? Or is he just coming at a breaking period. Regardless he almost sneers and he shrugs his shoulders. "I'm looking for a new place to put up my feet if you must know, cat. Show me to where you all sleep if not then I'm done talking to you and I'll find my own way."
pray for the wicked on the weekend.
mama, can I get another amen!
"swear to god, I ain't never gonna repent." — micah — 3 years — poodle — cotc