places we won't walk / rosebloods visitor

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]"we are pretty self-sufficient, so i believe supplies would be unnecessary unless the situation was dire." he started, looking to desperado for a moment, before his gaze moved to the others gathered around him. "if we were to become allies, the most we would likely ask for is assistance in raids, should we need it. however that is purely up to you, or your leader, should you decide you need a friend. personally, i think our groups would get along." the tuxedo gave a curt nod. hopefully the tension would lessen, as he could feel it in the air, a slight awkwardness surrounding the lot as they couldn't be sure what to do.

all thoughts of politics disappeared from his mind at the feeling of little claws in his skin, then pawsteps clambering over his spine. prestige sighed inwardly; sola's kids were worse than he had been as a child. how did he manage to come all this way and not realize the kitten had been following him the whole time? "mosa—" he murmured in exasperation, grunting as the child declared him the 'ss prestige' and settled a paw on his forehead, smushing his fur down over his eyes. "mosa, what are you doing here?" despite the bit of anxiety biting at his chest, he kept calm. he could handle politics and kitten, no problem. daemons, pres thought with a frown, before he got back to business, eyes still covered by his fur.

"my apologies. ah," the tuxedo shifted slightly. his head tipped slightly to the side, enough that he could just barely see the group, but not so much that the kitten perched over him would fall. he offered a light smile to them and cleared his throat. "is there anything you'd like to know about the rosebloods?"