SMOKE & MIRRORS — MEETING 08.27

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]An ungraceful snort erupted from the male's nostrils as he was called out for his displeasure, beak clacking together in frustration. "Bet you weren't forgotten though when you'd first popped onto the Island," he cooed with a sardonic tone, emerald gaze flicking away from Paper reluctantly as Pincher started speaking again. Everyone had hard weeks, you just had to keep going, if no one was gonna bother with the gryphon's own 'bad weeks' he didn't see why he should be kind to those with their own. Treat others how you'd like to be treated and all of that, unless you were done trying to be treated with respect. Stone still as the Captain apologised, a sharp nod eventually escaped Feliks in both acknowledgement and acceptance. "Damn better be sorry, thought I was gonna have ta fight ya," he would've grinned if he had teeth, losing his former tension as he listened in to the rest of the news. Callouts and events, nothing out of the hybrid's element yet. Only acknowledgement of the rest of the news being the occasional hum and click, at the dismissal announcement the winged specimen would simply wander off to go find more trouble to get into.