07-31-2018, 02:16 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]It wouldn't surprise Doktè that Theo was absorbing as many details as he could about the canine, if only because he'd been around him for long enough by now to figure out that wherever he came from -Doktè never asked, told himself he wasn't at all curious- had necessitated a sharp mind veiled by a soft smile and bright laugh. That had been a great source of disgruntlement for Doktè, and still was, but he'd learned by now making more of an effort to be silent would just have Theo pulling with a bit more force. It didn't keep the lion from shutting his mouth, though there were- moments of temptation, for lack of better phrasing. Moments where he wanted to tell him everything that he was looking for, like the name of the owner of the ring around his neck, except it was difficult for someone to receive answers from a person who didn't have the words. He could say what he thought easy as breathing -Theo was a shit, and he often told him as much- but not the rest of it. Not all the bits where he bared his chest and every inlay of his ribs.
A sudden touch to his throat had the lion jerking both mentally and physically, his gaze wide on Theo for a moment before it flattened into a glare. He was more agitated by the prospect of a later for the conversation Theo had started than the brush, although that had certainly been...startling. Doktè was tactile, primarily in the ability to fearlessly cuff someone upside the head for being stupid, but softer touches were reserved for- other things. "Beck moi tchew, diable."[sup]1[/sup] Doktè would honestly rather walk on hot coals or have several of his teeth pulled out than continue what Theo had started.
Naturally, people could just let things be, and the next stranger had to go prodding at the topic again when it had been settled. The lion's expression twisted into a scowl, and he glanced over to Theo as though to say, "this is all your fault." Assuming they were in a relationship left a bitter taste in the back of Doktè's mouth, the ring around his neck leaden, digging into his chest. The stranger couldn't know of the minefield he'd just stepped into, but neither would Doktè warn him to watch his step; it seemed like that'd only call attention to his situation, and he hated attention. Theo was better suited to handling people. Doktè was a rougher hand, with a shitty bedside manner despite his profession. Lisette had acted as a buffer much of the time, a soothing voice and gentle eyes. She haunted him so thoroughly he nearly overlooked the other lion's reaction, and he couldn't quite explain why his adamant response stung, why his frayed smile took something sharp to his belly that he did his best to ignore.
His gaze adopted an intense note as the pair of strangers interacted, and as the first to arrive handled Theo's rebuttal smoothly, offering an opening for them both. The plain creature snorted, though he said nothing, not until his companion's socializing happened to include him, and even then, he considered stony silence. He found he was...uninterested in much of the conversations, though they didn't concern him anyway; they were right to seek Theo out in terms of chatting. He could manage better than Doktè.
"You can take care of yourself, last I checked. Don't need a gentleman escort." It wasn't really an answer, but it was. If they wanted one more obvious, he could supply; he would just have an even lower opinion than he did already.
However, they'd all come far enough to arrive at introductions, and the first canine said his name was Desperado. Doktè snorted again, this one somewhat amused. Desperado. Right. Why not? "Desperado's enough of an insult. I think 'that asshole' can go unsaid." The lion shifted his stance, relieving some of the weight from his weak leg, because the damned thing never could handle standing around for too long. "Doktè. The maringouin is Theo."[sup]2[/sup]
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1. Bite my ass, devil
2. Mosquito
oh thank you!! i agree with Rev on this one you are both spectacular
lmfao and i can rant about yours Rev
A sudden touch to his throat had the lion jerking both mentally and physically, his gaze wide on Theo for a moment before it flattened into a glare. He was more agitated by the prospect of a later for the conversation Theo had started than the brush, although that had certainly been...startling. Doktè was tactile, primarily in the ability to fearlessly cuff someone upside the head for being stupid, but softer touches were reserved for- other things. "Beck moi tchew, diable."[sup]1[/sup] Doktè would honestly rather walk on hot coals or have several of his teeth pulled out than continue what Theo had started.
Naturally, people could just let things be, and the next stranger had to go prodding at the topic again when it had been settled. The lion's expression twisted into a scowl, and he glanced over to Theo as though to say, "this is all your fault." Assuming they were in a relationship left a bitter taste in the back of Doktè's mouth, the ring around his neck leaden, digging into his chest. The stranger couldn't know of the minefield he'd just stepped into, but neither would Doktè warn him to watch his step; it seemed like that'd only call attention to his situation, and he hated attention. Theo was better suited to handling people. Doktè was a rougher hand, with a shitty bedside manner despite his profession. Lisette had acted as a buffer much of the time, a soothing voice and gentle eyes. She haunted him so thoroughly he nearly overlooked the other lion's reaction, and he couldn't quite explain why his adamant response stung, why his frayed smile took something sharp to his belly that he did his best to ignore.
His gaze adopted an intense note as the pair of strangers interacted, and as the first to arrive handled Theo's rebuttal smoothly, offering an opening for them both. The plain creature snorted, though he said nothing, not until his companion's socializing happened to include him, and even then, he considered stony silence. He found he was...uninterested in much of the conversations, though they didn't concern him anyway; they were right to seek Theo out in terms of chatting. He could manage better than Doktè.
"You can take care of yourself, last I checked. Don't need a gentleman escort." It wasn't really an answer, but it was. If they wanted one more obvious, he could supply; he would just have an even lower opinion than he did already.
However, they'd all come far enough to arrive at introductions, and the first canine said his name was Desperado. Doktè snorted again, this one somewhat amused. Desperado. Right. Why not? "Desperado's enough of an insult. I think 'that asshole' can go unsaid." The lion shifted his stance, relieving some of the weight from his weak leg, because the damned thing never could handle standing around for too long. "Doktè. The maringouin is Theo."[sup]2[/sup]
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1. Bite my ass, devil
2. Mosquito
oh thank you!! i agree with Rev on this one you are both spectacular
lmfao and i can rant about yours Rev
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NO ONE SAID YOUR JOURNEY WOULD BE SMOOTH SAILING
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NO ONE SAID YOUR JOURNEY WOULD BE SMOOTH SAILING
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