[size=9pt]"We damn well should have left your sorry asses." says Moon, catching Thea's words as he approaches. He'd been hesitant to come running when he heard the doors opening, all too aware of his disgraced exterior, but he hadn't been able to hold back long. There's a bitterness hanging in him that this whole ordeal had happened in the first place, so the quip he makes is only half joking. He wants to give Bastille a look, just to have someone to be angry with, but there's still a miniscule part of Moon that's logical; he knows it's not his fault. "Gonna' miss that peace and quiet."
He passes Isidore on the way, and as impartial as he is to the herb stealing freak, he feels bad seeing him watch the reunions from afar. He pauses in his step, and swerves back to knock his tail against the servals shoulders. "Come meet the weird, dysfunctional family, Birch-stealer. No use being a loner." He's about to properly join the crowd and announce Isidore's presence when an abrupt explosion erupts to his left.
Versailles is literally leaking fire from her eye. It takes Moon off guard and he shuts up mid sentence, brows raised at whats happening before him. It's over just as quick as it started. Versailles looks completely humiliated; he realizes he shouldn't just stand and stare like an asshole. "You alright, V? That was some dramatic entrance. Gonna' have to teach me that, some time." He offers a small smile, a reference to his own bloodied eye, and opts to comment on her newly established appearance in the hopes she doesn't realize his. "Nice new get-up, by the way. Can't call me big guy anymore."
Another voice sounds out from behind the panther, and whatever interaction he'd been having with V is completely forgotten. His smile falls flat, and, like some alerted Jack Russel, he lifts his head to peer above the crowd, ears swiveling towards the sound. It's Imperia. For a moment, he's frozen where he is, held back by the dread of how she might react to the newly scarred lion. He's never exactly been glistening in his appearance, but this took it to a whole new level. It didn't matter how hard he'd tried to scrub the blood from his fur.
He swerves through the crowd until he finds her, and whatever emotions he's feeling only heighten when he sees how she stands, an unstable, disheveled Imperia. As much as he likes her with messed up fur, he knows this look is for all the wrong reasons. She'd probably been terrified in there. And he'd been gone. He drags himself forward on bated breath until he stands at her side, and, sheepish and hesitant, tries for a smile. "Hey," he says, because he's completely lost for words. His tail floats behind him, badly wanting to touch her shoulder or comfort her in some way. But they're not there yet. His words are pathetic when he speaks. "You okay?"
He passes Isidore on the way, and as impartial as he is to the herb stealing freak, he feels bad seeing him watch the reunions from afar. He pauses in his step, and swerves back to knock his tail against the servals shoulders. "Come meet the weird, dysfunctional family, Birch-stealer. No use being a loner." He's about to properly join the crowd and announce Isidore's presence when an abrupt explosion erupts to his left.
Versailles is literally leaking fire from her eye. It takes Moon off guard and he shuts up mid sentence, brows raised at whats happening before him. It's over just as quick as it started. Versailles looks completely humiliated; he realizes he shouldn't just stand and stare like an asshole. "You alright, V? That was some dramatic entrance. Gonna' have to teach me that, some time." He offers a small smile, a reference to his own bloodied eye, and opts to comment on her newly established appearance in the hopes she doesn't realize his. "Nice new get-up, by the way. Can't call me big guy anymore."
Another voice sounds out from behind the panther, and whatever interaction he'd been having with V is completely forgotten. His smile falls flat, and, like some alerted Jack Russel, he lifts his head to peer above the crowd, ears swiveling towards the sound. It's Imperia. For a moment, he's frozen where he is, held back by the dread of how she might react to the newly scarred lion. He's never exactly been glistening in his appearance, but this took it to a whole new level. It didn't matter how hard he'd tried to scrub the blood from his fur.
He swerves through the crowd until he finds her, and whatever emotions he's feeling only heighten when he sees how she stands, an unstable, disheveled Imperia. As much as he likes her with messed up fur, he knows this look is for all the wrong reasons. She'd probably been terrified in there. And he'd been gone. He drags himself forward on bated breath until he stands at her side, and, sheepish and hesitant, tries for a smile. "Hey," he says, because he's completely lost for words. His tail floats behind him, badly wanting to touch her shoulder or comfort her in some way. But they're not there yet. His words are pathetic when he speaks. "You okay?"
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