[size=9pt]Moon navigates the crowd like an auctioneer, pointing at individuals and repeating their opinions louder for the crowd, wildly agreeing with anyone siding with dogs. To Fey, he nods, "I knew I liked you for a reason." , and to Oni, he wrinkles his nose in a look of thinly veiled disgust. "Why am I not surprised you're a cat person?" says Moon, and leaves it at that.
Something weighs on his shoulder and-- Speak of the devil. Moon turns, meets the boys gaze, and is equally as languid in his challenge as he raises one brow. He chews his gum, cocksure. "No. But give me 20 minutes in a locked room and I'll convince you to give it to me." Was he taking the phrase 'pulling a Bast' to a whole new level? Only if the Astral Seraph was up for it.
If you ask Moon, Bast stepping down to Har was more Moon shoving Bast off his little podium, but to each their own. He'd spotted Hazel in the outskirts, and her thinning face brought reality threatening to invade the little bubble they'd created with this strange event. But the more he looked at Hazel the more he remembered just who Margaery and Suite were. They would have found this dog discussion fucking delightful. He wasn't gonna' sit down here, moping, and have them suffer through watching that from their Cloud 9. He'd give them a good fucking show. "What's that I hear?" Says Moon, shark-like grin having molded into a smile, instead. "An alternate opinion? From Nuts? Damn. Your compelling argument is convincing and complex. I'm gonna' have to send out the troops." Golden eyes wink warmly at the girl, and he reaches behind him and shoves at Laika. Though Hazel may be immune to Moon's antics in her current state, no one's immune to Laika's.
The brown dog lifts her head and fixes Moon which a look that speaks, you're fucking insufferable, can't you let me rest, boy, but Moon quirks his head in the curly-haired girl's direction and Laika instantly stands, shakes out her pelt, and slips off the podium. Massive and yet oddly wholesome, the ancient street dog loops herself around Hazel, though only in spirit, because she sits leaving the slightest of gaps between them. Her huge tail circles Hazel's feet, no forced contact, but an offer of an anchor, if she wants it.
Moon's sure Bast will be heading Hazel's way soon, anyway, so for now, he turns away from her, resting his chin on his hand as he frowns down at the shapes Har makes with his hands. He's desperate to figure them out, but Bast seems to be just that one step ahead of him, and every time Moon thinks he's got a word down, Bast's already spoken it into existence. But whatever. He's too proud of Har to care, anyway. "Bast, shut up, Jackals are basically dogs. Har, congrats; you're absolutely right and your logic has touched us all." He shuffles to the side and taps the space beside him, a silent invitation for the boy to join him, before turning to the group and clapping his hands together, once. "That brings an end to the debate. Dogs win. If you like cats, get some help. Or fuck off to the Typhoon. Unless you're Har. He's free to like what he wants.
"Next question. Nemo or The Lion King?"
Something weighs on his shoulder and-- Speak of the devil. Moon turns, meets the boys gaze, and is equally as languid in his challenge as he raises one brow. He chews his gum, cocksure. "No. But give me 20 minutes in a locked room and I'll convince you to give it to me." Was he taking the phrase 'pulling a Bast' to a whole new level? Only if the Astral Seraph was up for it.
If you ask Moon, Bast stepping down to Har was more Moon shoving Bast off his little podium, but to each their own. He'd spotted Hazel in the outskirts, and her thinning face brought reality threatening to invade the little bubble they'd created with this strange event. But the more he looked at Hazel the more he remembered just who Margaery and Suite were. They would have found this dog discussion fucking delightful. He wasn't gonna' sit down here, moping, and have them suffer through watching that from their Cloud 9. He'd give them a good fucking show. "What's that I hear?" Says Moon, shark-like grin having molded into a smile, instead. "An alternate opinion? From Nuts? Damn. Your compelling argument is convincing and complex. I'm gonna' have to send out the troops." Golden eyes wink warmly at the girl, and he reaches behind him and shoves at Laika. Though Hazel may be immune to Moon's antics in her current state, no one's immune to Laika's.
The brown dog lifts her head and fixes Moon which a look that speaks, you're fucking insufferable, can't you let me rest, boy, but Moon quirks his head in the curly-haired girl's direction and Laika instantly stands, shakes out her pelt, and slips off the podium. Massive and yet oddly wholesome, the ancient street dog loops herself around Hazel, though only in spirit, because she sits leaving the slightest of gaps between them. Her huge tail circles Hazel's feet, no forced contact, but an offer of an anchor, if she wants it.
Moon's sure Bast will be heading Hazel's way soon, anyway, so for now, he turns away from her, resting his chin on his hand as he frowns down at the shapes Har makes with his hands. He's desperate to figure them out, but Bast seems to be just that one step ahead of him, and every time Moon thinks he's got a word down, Bast's already spoken it into existence. But whatever. He's too proud of Har to care, anyway. "Bast, shut up, Jackals are basically dogs. Har, congrats; you're absolutely right and your logic has touched us all." He shuffles to the side and taps the space beside him, a silent invitation for the boy to join him, before turning to the group and clapping his hands together, once. "That brings an end to the debate. Dogs win. If you like cats, get some help. Or fuck off to the Typhoon. Unless you're Har. He's free to like what he wants.
"Next question. Nemo or The Lion King?"
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