08-02-2018, 03:57 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The feline cracked open his jaw to respond to the female's inquiries until his almost hollow hues shifted to those who appeared, in which he shut it slowly and listened to their input. While quite venomous (albeit very true) words were spat at him, his smile was unfading, and he forced himself to hold back a quite amused chuckle. Well, these were warbounds, after all. What else did he expect from these people? A tea party? No, no. And business wasn't his primary reason here—he was here to let them know that there was a new face. In all seriousness, was he really going to initiate trade with...swamp people?
"Ouch, so harsh!" he drawled, rolling his shoulders as he spoke. He looked and sounded like a brat, but often Tox chose not to address his infuriating god complex, a part of him that landed the bastard into countless amount of trouble before, even with mercenaries. Perhaps because he didn't even realize he had one—he was the goddamned Holy One! But of course they wouldn't know who he was. "I'm not going to bore you all any further with details you'll surely ignore. To clarify, my purpose here was not to...strike an offer. Rush in blindly into a swamp to be buddy-buddy with its residents. I was here to announce our presence and begone, out of your hair." So much for the mini muffins. These ungrateful pricks. "I'm not here to ask for any favors from Tanglewood. I'm sure you may understand, eh? Oh, dear, I've...wasted your precious time here, haven't I? Well, don't leave me to drain you of your will to live anymore."
Without another word, the feline promptly turned and began to march out, leaving the mini muffins behind. It was a laughable situation, one that proved just how pompous he was and would be. But the interaction proved nothing to Tox. If anything, it made him stand even a little taller.
"Ouch, so harsh!" he drawled, rolling his shoulders as he spoke. He looked and sounded like a brat, but often Tox chose not to address his infuriating god complex, a part of him that landed the bastard into countless amount of trouble before, even with mercenaries. Perhaps because he didn't even realize he had one—he was the goddamned Holy One! But of course they wouldn't know who he was. "I'm not going to bore you all any further with details you'll surely ignore. To clarify, my purpose here was not to...strike an offer. Rush in blindly into a swamp to be buddy-buddy with its residents. I was here to announce our presence and begone, out of your hair." So much for the mini muffins. These ungrateful pricks. "I'm not here to ask for any favors from Tanglewood. I'm sure you may understand, eh? Oh, dear, I've...wasted your precious time here, haven't I? Well, don't leave me to drain you of your will to live anymore."
Without another word, the feline promptly turned and began to march out, leaving the mini muffins behind. It was a laughable situation, one that proved just how pompous he was and would be. But the interaction proved nothing to Tox. If anything, it made him stand even a little taller.
[glow=#607c8b,2,300]NEVER DID UNDERSTAND YOU[/glow] — ☉
haha rip these goofs