boy meets world + return

[MOONMADE]

[size=9pt]Moon shuts up as soon as he hears Versailles. A wave of shame hits him. She's right, there's other shit to worry about. He's being an immature asshole. Visibly turning in on himself, the lion sheds the brash tone and cutting words. "Listen, it'll be fine. I talked the ears off them fuckers; enough to be sick of us for at least a decade." He recalls his backchat that earned him a talon to the eye. "They're not gonna' come near us. And, if they do-- I heard you got Pincher's kids in there, huh? I'll give you a shout if I see them pirate bastards coming running and you can hold the Princesses at knife-point." It's meant to be reassuring, half joking, and though he's using his comforting nurse voice, he realizes afterwards that maybe Versaille won't be so happy about the notion of harming those kids. Honor and whatever. But he didn't care; to him, at that moment, it was quite literally an eye for an eye.

It takes him a moment to realize where Suiteheart's voice is coming from. His brain feels foggy and his head too hot, but he manages to spot the feline eventually and recoils only slightly from her analytical gaze. He'll admit he missed her foul-mouthed authority. There's something wholesome about her constant curses. "You want it in chronological or alphabetical order?" He jokes, but his ears lie flat against his head and he's bashful in his obvious pain. He slides back against the steel door and waits, uncharacteristically quiet as Suiteheart roots through her bag.