daydreamer / private

[The Tombs]

[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Yeah, not like he didn't expect a similar outcome to his somewhat ridiculous statement. "I-I get it," Iosef remarked with a twitch of his round ear, trying his best to at least look amused and composed. To be fair, he got that a lot. A big, tough fellow as himself had no place liking such minute, soft creatures, mere prey that anyone could hunt. Even as a child he refused to hunt down rabbits and took a liking to feeling their soft pelts instead, skinning their corpses and carrying the little patches of fur with him. He grew out of these habits into adulthood, of course, but he would still steer clear of hunting rabbits. Not like they were so vibrant in a tropical climate anyway.

The fluttering butterflies came upon the tiger, one after another, resting on his dark nose and vibrant muzzle as if he were a statue. The crewmate did his best not to disturb them, but soon he felt an itch stirring with him. His head drew back ever so slightly and then exploded forward as a thunderous roar of a sneeze erupted from the feline, sending the flying creatures of color veering off elsewhere. Iosef's lips drew back in a thoroughly disappointed frown, bitter at his clumsiness and his intense desire to release his sneeze. Oh well. "Ach, дерьмо!" He seemed clearly frustrated at such a minute situation, his tailtip flickering back and forth in annoyance.

For a massive, mean-looking beast, he seemed to be quite a clumsy, gentle softie.

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