08-13-2018, 01:01 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The first rush of feelings through him, upon hearing the words defense training, should not be ones of amusement. A flood of cold mirth that makes his tail twitch. That's exactly what it is, of course, though thankfully the twitching tail is the only sign of amusement from him. Everything else amounts to a subtle interest or curiosity, with bland blue eyes and a faint lift to his brow. He had been taught through experience, not theory and classes — the idea of learning when there wasn't the threat of death hanging over him was both interesting and terrible. Besides, he doubts that there's much Nui could teach him in this respect. So while the lion settles down in the back, expression sour enough to curdle milk as he sits in the snow, he isn't sure if he has any intention of participating. "What do you mean by teaching?"
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｢ I KNEW THAT SOMETHING WOULD ALWAYS RULE ME. ｣