07-22-2018, 10:03 PM
[size=9pt]He's not surprised with the reply. He'd known she'd choose him-- that's a given when Gabriel's the other option. He'd set it up that way, and he'd been expecting it, but hearing her say it made him grin, anyway. Somewhat because he'd been her choice, but also because she was so bizarre in the way she replied. A shrug of the shoulders and utter naivety to the undertones of his words. Not that he'd meant it in that way, anyway, but he'd been expecting to get shoved, or something, for his words. Instead he was meant with utter indifference and logic. It was funny, for some reason. A very Imperia response.
He wouldn't like to lose an eye. There's no hope one of those pirate patches would look good on him. As for a limb-- he lifts his one bad paw, still cut up, and considers it. "I mean, this one is already looking kinda' mangled." He purses his limps and then gives a deciding nod, glancing back at Imperia with all seriousness. "You think Roman will cut it off for me if I ask nicely?" He's teasing; Imperia's so caring and worrisome, he knows she's bothered his paw hasn't healed properly yet. Whilst it was still a somewhat fresh injury, his recklessness and lack of regard for himself wasn't exactly helping the process, and it wasn't looking too great. Still, he appeared completely unbothered, and dropped it to the ground carelessly once again.
He listens closely as she replies, watching her the whole time. She's flustered, and he doesn't even know why. Did he say something? It's not like he'd made any weird implications, and he's not that self ignorant to not realize, if he had. Maybe it's the compliment, which wasn't even much of a compliment in the first place. Her reaction is as intriguing as it is sad. Moon makes a subconscious note to compliment the she-wolf more often.
His thoughts, somewhat serious, come to a grinding halt, however, at her next words. His brows shoot up, surprised at her attitude. Who knew? "What?" He says, feigning offense as he knocks his shoulder into hers gently. "You don't think I'm tasty looking? What the fuck, Frenchie. Way to flatter a guy. I had my ass seasoned for the feast, and all."
He wouldn't like to lose an eye. There's no hope one of those pirate patches would look good on him. As for a limb-- he lifts his one bad paw, still cut up, and considers it. "I mean, this one is already looking kinda' mangled." He purses his limps and then gives a deciding nod, glancing back at Imperia with all seriousness. "You think Roman will cut it off for me if I ask nicely?" He's teasing; Imperia's so caring and worrisome, he knows she's bothered his paw hasn't healed properly yet. Whilst it was still a somewhat fresh injury, his recklessness and lack of regard for himself wasn't exactly helping the process, and it wasn't looking too great. Still, he appeared completely unbothered, and dropped it to the ground carelessly once again.
He listens closely as she replies, watching her the whole time. She's flustered, and he doesn't even know why. Did he say something? It's not like he'd made any weird implications, and he's not that self ignorant to not realize, if he had. Maybe it's the compliment, which wasn't even much of a compliment in the first place. Her reaction is as intriguing as it is sad. Moon makes a subconscious note to compliment the she-wolf more often.
His thoughts, somewhat serious, come to a grinding halt, however, at her next words. His brows shoot up, surprised at her attitude. Who knew? "What?" He says, feigning offense as he knocks his shoulder into hers gently. "You don't think I'm tasty looking? What the fuck, Frenchie. Way to flatter a guy. I had my ass seasoned for the feast, and all."
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