daydreamer / private

[The Tombs]

[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]His pools of blue glimmered with contentment as amusement filled her own upon his speaking in his native tongue. He had a sweet habit of pulling out little bits of Russian in place of English phrases, though he seemed to speak the latter language just fine, as fluent as everyone else in the Typhoon could. Sometimes it was a word or two that was replaced, as he had done just now, and in other times it was an entire string of phrases. Often he liked to use Russian swears—sometimes while keeping a content, cheerful disposition to confuse the other of they were not aware of the nature of his venomous words. It was more fun for him.

Noting that Vanessa would turn away at his mentioning Wade, the tiger resolved to end that part of the discussion there and instead focus on her next inquiry. If he was going to thrive in this group, he would have to get on the good side of them. Well, most of them. And prying into their personal lives was not the way. Hmm, a liking for animals? Well...he ate just about all of them. Except for... "Rabbits," he finally piped up. Yes, he did like rabbits. To the point where he didn't even eat them, ever. "I like...rabbits. But, ah, reptiles are okay too! I'm sure there's plenty on the island, hell, maybe around us." That reptile rubbish was a load of bullshit on Iosef's part just to make conversation, but he didn't fuck around when it came to rabbits.

[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆