[size=9pt]/ everyones writing beautiful long paragraphs for this but im....... not gonna do that
So maybe Moon seems like an insensitive dumbass sometimes-- most of the time-- but the lion has an awareness of peoples moods that's next to none. Having grown up around too much liquid courage and too big paws hiding too big claws, the wariness was beaten into him. He knows when not to mess with someone, how to pick up tension in the shoulders, in the spine. He sees it in Bastille now, and he quietens himself.
There's a feeling in the air; heavy. His paws suddenly feel like theyre dragging. He wants to turn tail and backtrack the fuck out of the room, but he's already in here and there's no going back now. He waves his tail at Myliu and Versailles, slightly cautious of the kid after the other night and just not talking to Versailles. There's no reason for it; just a general serenity he doesn't want to break with their back-and-forth.
"How?" Says Moon in response to Bast, staring up to the ceiling. He's only been here so long; he has no fucking idea how this shit works. "Tell me and I'll open it. Unless there's some Astral Seraph specific pawprint censor I gotta' get past."
So maybe Moon seems like an insensitive dumbass sometimes-- most of the time-- but the lion has an awareness of peoples moods that's next to none. Having grown up around too much liquid courage and too big paws hiding too big claws, the wariness was beaten into him. He knows when not to mess with someone, how to pick up tension in the shoulders, in the spine. He sees it in Bastille now, and he quietens himself.
There's a feeling in the air; heavy. His paws suddenly feel like theyre dragging. He wants to turn tail and backtrack the fuck out of the room, but he's already in here and there's no going back now. He waves his tail at Myliu and Versailles, slightly cautious of the kid after the other night and just not talking to Versailles. There's no reason for it; just a general serenity he doesn't want to break with their back-and-forth.
"How?" Says Moon in response to Bast, staring up to the ceiling. He's only been here so long; he has no fucking idea how this shit works. "Tell me and I'll open it. Unless there's some Astral Seraph specific pawprint censor I gotta' get past."
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