[size=9pt]Moon casts a doubtful look Isidore's way. Somehow his claims didn't seem so innocent. He lets him speak, however, and takes the moment to drink in some water from the dish on the window sill, like the overheating african golden retriever he was. He drew his tongue over his lips and looked back to the white serval, who looked all too happy with himself. "Yeah, yeah, yeah-- just learn how to knock.." He says, as stands and heads towards the shelving unite, where they keep the herbs that need water sustainance. He drops his gatherings in the various bowls. "With that fancy fucking name, surely you know basic etiquette." Eitquette. Huh. With twigs in his name, dirt on his face and the manners of a 6 year old punk, Moon was at his most hypocritical, at that moment. But he wasn't the one breaking and entering.
He turned back around to see Isidore revealing a journal. Frowning gently, he watched it slide towards him, weary. It stopped at his paws, and he glanced to Isidore, the journal, and back up again, before he finally reached for it. He flicks through it, paws surprisingly careful as he pages through it. "Huh." says the lion, eloquent as always, "I was kinda' expecting some weird kinky still-lifes, but this is... Good." He pauses, flicks through another few drawings before deciding, with lips pursed to the side, that maybe he should just let him look at the fucking herbs. God knows if Imperia, technically his superior, were here, she would have ordered him long ago to stop teasing and just open the goddamn closet. So he does.
"Fine." He says, dragging it all out as he rolls his eyes to the sky and, as slow as ever, makes his way from the ground towards the closet. He finally lifted the keys in his mouth and opened the treasure chest. The doors swung open dramatically, revealing an array of various plants, herbs, and flowers. "There you go. Van Goo's wet dream."
He turned back around to see Isidore revealing a journal. Frowning gently, he watched it slide towards him, weary. It stopped at his paws, and he glanced to Isidore, the journal, and back up again, before he finally reached for it. He flicks through it, paws surprisingly careful as he pages through it. "Huh." says the lion, eloquent as always, "I was kinda' expecting some weird kinky still-lifes, but this is... Good." He pauses, flicks through another few drawings before deciding, with lips pursed to the side, that maybe he should just let him look at the fucking herbs. God knows if Imperia, technically his superior, were here, she would have ordered him long ago to stop teasing and just open the goddamn closet. So he does.
"Fine." He says, dragging it all out as he rolls his eyes to the sky and, as slow as ever, makes his way from the ground towards the closet. He finally lifted the keys in his mouth and opened the treasure chest. The doors swung open dramatically, revealing an array of various plants, herbs, and flowers. "There you go. Van Goo's wet dream."
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