06-25-2018, 12:48 PM
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Contently observing the reunion between the rest of the Roux family, the pale ocelot busied herself with analyzing his form - with her second pair of eyes checking over Goldie's injuries for a moment, just to make sure the girl hadn't fussed with them after Rosemary doctored them up last. Something seemed off about Pincher's body and his aura, but her inability to precisely identify the problem frustrated her. Sniffing, her nose twitched as she tried to identify the smells. He certainly stank to high heaven, like a cocktail of salt and expired seaweed.
Her right ear twitched as she heard Pincher's question to Goldie, her auxillary eyes drifting over to his face as she readily answered him. "Unlikely - it seemed to be an accident. She's healing... fairly well, but we can talk about that later," Rosemary told him, whiskers twitching. She didn't want to worry her brother the moment he got back with Goldie's head injury; besides, she only guessed to the extent of the injury. Honestly, she should probably just met with the both of them and try to figure out how serious the long-term symptoms of that nasty head smack were.
Tail tips twitching as she thought about this - as well as continued to internally spitball ideas about Pincher's "offness" - she suddenly flinched, body frozen as she heard Pincher ask who she was. Sharply turning her head to face him, her four eyes stared him down - her black ertical pupils popping against the bright orange-amber glow from her irises.
Unsure whether she should be offended or sad that he forgot about her, the spotted wildcat remained still as a statue while her mind tugged between two different courses of action. On one hand, she wanted to run away and hide in shame. On the other, she wanted to smack him upside the head. After a few seconds, her split tail lashed behind her. Jaw clenched, she turned her head away from him to stare at his glowing tattoos. Just how many four-eyed freaks did he have as siblings, to forget her so easily? Sure, they hadn't exactly been close, but she made a point to visit him occasionally and bond.
"You taught me chess, and I taught you cigarettes are cancer sticks," she grumbled, side-glancing at him for a moment. Then, however, she frowned slightly; perhaps this had more to do with why he suddenly had glowy tattoos, rather than him not giving a shit about her? Her main pair of eyes snapped back to his face as she asked him, "Does your brain feel weird?" Well, that was probably the weirdest way to ask if he had any headaches or other weird memory problems.
Her right ear twitched as she heard Pincher's question to Goldie, her auxillary eyes drifting over to his face as she readily answered him. "Unlikely - it seemed to be an accident. She's healing... fairly well, but we can talk about that later," Rosemary told him, whiskers twitching. She didn't want to worry her brother the moment he got back with Goldie's head injury; besides, she only guessed to the extent of the injury. Honestly, she should probably just met with the both of them and try to figure out how serious the long-term symptoms of that nasty head smack were.
Tail tips twitching as she thought about this - as well as continued to internally spitball ideas about Pincher's "offness" - she suddenly flinched, body frozen as she heard Pincher ask who she was. Sharply turning her head to face him, her four eyes stared him down - her black ertical pupils popping against the bright orange-amber glow from her irises.
Unsure whether she should be offended or sad that he forgot about her, the spotted wildcat remained still as a statue while her mind tugged between two different courses of action. On one hand, she wanted to run away and hide in shame. On the other, she wanted to smack him upside the head. After a few seconds, her split tail lashed behind her. Jaw clenched, she turned her head away from him to stare at his glowing tattoos. Just how many four-eyed freaks did he have as siblings, to forget her so easily? Sure, they hadn't exactly been close, but she made a point to visit him occasionally and bond.
"You taught me chess, and I taught you cigarettes are cancer sticks," she grumbled, side-glancing at him for a moment. Then, however, she frowned slightly; perhaps this had more to do with why he suddenly had glowy tattoos, rather than him not giving a shit about her? Her main pair of eyes snapped back to his face as she asked him, "Does your brain feel weird?" Well, that was probably the weirdest way to ask if he had any headaches or other weird memory problems.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?