06-09-2024, 09:58 PM
AIKAWA KANEMARU.
Kanemaru shifted slightly as Vale hopped over onto his rock, giving both of them some space, but otherwise seemed perfectly fine with being basically in each other's personal space. If it were anyone else, he might have been irritated; but Vale was quickly becoming the closest thing that Kane had to a friend on this forsaken island of crazy cannibalistic animals, and he was oddly determined not to fuck it up.
It surprised a grand total of absolutely nobody that Vale had clocked that Kanemaru was a made due to his avoidance of the conversation. He pretended not to be bothered, but his feathers had fluffed up slightly.
"I don't like talking. It's a waste of my time," ignoring that Kanemaru had been the one to strike up this conversation, and willingly, no less. "Dissecting is more fun."
He turned his head, mentally debating what Vale had said. It seemed redundant to say that antisocials were more trustworthy in the same sentence as saying they'd always pick themselves over anyone else, but then, what did Kanemaru know? He'd never met another psychopath before. The only other animal Kane had ever spent an extended period of time around before Vale and Xanti had been his mentor, and his mentor had been a complete and utter narcissist. An insane one, perhaps, but a narcissist nonetheless.
"I'm not feral," Kane snapped, shooting a warning glance in the raven's direction. His feathers ruffled, both figuratively and literally. Didn't like the insinuation that he was undisciplined. He knew discipline. It'd been forced down his throat from a young age. Why'd they think Kane avoided groups like the plague?
Big groups like this were too much trouble that Kane wanted nothing to do with.
It surprised a grand total of absolutely nobody that Vale had clocked that Kanemaru was a made due to his avoidance of the conversation. He pretended not to be bothered, but his feathers had fluffed up slightly.
"I don't like talking. It's a waste of my time," ignoring that Kanemaru had been the one to strike up this conversation, and willingly, no less. "Dissecting is more fun."
He turned his head, mentally debating what Vale had said. It seemed redundant to say that antisocials were more trustworthy in the same sentence as saying they'd always pick themselves over anyone else, but then, what did Kanemaru know? He'd never met another psychopath before. The only other animal Kane had ever spent an extended period of time around before Vale and Xanti had been his mentor, and his mentor had been a complete and utter narcissist. An insane one, perhaps, but a narcissist nonetheless.
"I'm not feral," Kane snapped, shooting a warning glance in the raven's direction. His feathers ruffled, both figuratively and literally. Didn't like the insinuation that he was undisciplined. He knew discipline. It'd been forced down his throat from a young age. Why'd they think Kane avoided groups like the plague?
Big groups like this were too much trouble that Kane wanted nothing to do with.