occupational hazards }} aesior

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

The subtle complaints of another and the footsteps of a being came to Alexandre's ears in no time. Rather than addressing Aesior's dialogue to themselves, the feline's head turned upwards when Aesior's silhouette presented itself in the darkness. In response, a smirk rose on xer mouth. Dark paws slowly slide down from the metal xe fiddled with. Claws tapped lightly on the cold steel as they went down, signaling xer interest in in the luminary's current state. The leader did not look too pleasant, but they looked good enough for Alexandre... especially when xe needed to negotiate.

Sharp facial features poked through the bars. For a moment, xe let the smirk settle and xe sported pursed lips, debating whether or not to agree. Deciding upon what was beneficial in xer favor, Alexandre pulled away from the bars with a purr. "So be it," xe agreed. "Do not ever say I disobeyed you." Pristine, white teeth flashed in a taunt.

The injured cat pushed xemself away from the edge of the cell and into the middle, limping weakly along the way. "As my mother would say, 'mi casa es su casa,'" xe commented nonchalantly. Xer paw flicked upwards, gesturing for the other to unlock the cell and come in. "Come in, darling. I believe you're not just here to talk, are you?" Alexandre was or has leverage, didn't xe? The Typhoon was an enemy. They would not just let xem rot, would they? The vampiric being inferred not.

Whether the other came to their aid, the feline leaned in. "What are you here for, Aesior?" Surely it was not to let xem out.