07-21-2018, 10:13 PM
At Moon's response, she can't help but let out a sardonic scoff. "Please, I know what humor is..." She stops for a second, and a confused expression dances on her face. "I'm just completely incapable of determining whether it's being used in a sentence or not, go figure." It should come as no surprise that Versailles' version of humor is making self-deprecating jokes directed at her obvious lack of communication skills and selective blindness towards social cues. Hey, at least she's self-aware.
"Save your little comebacks for when you're out of the log," Versailles snaps towards Gabriel, although one should take note that it's sounding a little bit lighter than before. At Imperia's and Playerone's suggestions, the she-cat stops and thinks them over before shaking her head at both theories offered - it's not completely dismissive, but not a big enthusiastic affirmative either. "We can try each if one doesn't work. Simplest is the mud, then we try to chip it off - if it's still a no-go, break the whole thing off and hope he doesn't get skewered in the process."
Besides, lathering Gabriel in mud sounds like a pretty fun thing to do.
When Moon comes back and pushes the bowl over, she gets the wonderful idea of putting a paw in before flicking, aiming to splatter some onto the other's pelt. "Sure thing, big boy, but you're not getting out of this without mud on your fur." Feeling much more satisfied, Versailles gathers whatever of the slippery, stinky mud that she could before rubbing them around the area of Gabriel's body that's pressed up against the insides of the log. He's gonna have to take a long, hot bath before he can take it out. "Hey, owl-cat, try to shake around so that the mud spreads further. My paws aren't flat enough to squeeze in."
;; i'm sick and hungry and this is basically a shitpost wyd
"Save your little comebacks for when you're out of the log," Versailles snaps towards Gabriel, although one should take note that it's sounding a little bit lighter than before. At Imperia's and Playerone's suggestions, the she-cat stops and thinks them over before shaking her head at both theories offered - it's not completely dismissive, but not a big enthusiastic affirmative either. "We can try each if one doesn't work. Simplest is the mud, then we try to chip it off - if it's still a no-go, break the whole thing off and hope he doesn't get skewered in the process."
Besides, lathering Gabriel in mud sounds like a pretty fun thing to do.
When Moon comes back and pushes the bowl over, she gets the wonderful idea of putting a paw in before flicking, aiming to splatter some onto the other's pelt. "Sure thing, big boy, but you're not getting out of this without mud on your fur." Feeling much more satisfied, Versailles gathers whatever of the slippery, stinky mud that she could before rubbing them around the area of Gabriel's body that's pressed up against the insides of the log. He's gonna have to take a long, hot bath before he can take it out. "Hey, owl-cat, try to shake around so that the mud spreads further. My paws aren't flat enough to squeeze in."
;; i'm sick and hungry and this is basically a shitpost wyd