Your eyes they tell a story, one that's full of sorrow || Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

That was it. A reminder of Rosemary's information crossed their path as Sorbet spoke. The feline swallowed their pride, nodding along confidently with their words, as if he knew the information himself. Alexandre had no access to the herbs currently, leaving their wound's contents to continue to drip onto the floor and leak into their other paws as they sat down. He looked down. A visible frown lined their maw, muzzle parting in two in frustration. "You're right," came their mumble.

Their gaze moved back up to Sorbet with orange eyes observing the other. Were their intentions true? Alexandre had thanked them, but would they actually heal his wound? "It's a pleasure," the cat reiterated back. "You seem... intriguing." Despite his suspicion, he scooted closer in his spot and leaned in. Curiosity was beginning to peak. Their head craned and eyes narrowed with interest. They would try his luck, it presumed.

If he held a lackluster care for their safety, then so be it. Alexandre's back straightened out, pulling back from his lean confidently with his head whipping back. "Then tickle my fancy and come here, Sorbet." A paw extended outward, revealing their wound to the bypasser. "If you're not afraid of a bite, then you're more than welcome to assist, but with your information, I might be better off doing it myself." Claws taunted the other by wiggling in their direction. Canines peeked through parted lips. Perhaps they would understand then.