LAYER CAKE | o, request

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Pincher's appearance when he came to the door was a far cry from what Feliks recalled seeing at his joining. Rumours had flown about discussing the death of a partner, the male's poor luck with those interested in a long-term commitment meant that no empathy could be shared with the other. Sympathy was a challenge too, for the gryphon couldn't imagine what emotions you'd feel from seeing a loved one lifeless on the floor. The extrovert may've disliked the isolated life he made for himself, but his blessings could be counted in regards to that particular drama. As such, very little about Feliks' expression changed as Pincher answered the door, keeping himself smarmy in the face of a grumpy figure. "Sweetheart?" he scoffed, finding the void tone and choice of words rather eccentric together - this was coming from Feliks out of all creatures. A taloned forepaw was raised, 'thumb' digit scratching idly at his chest feathers as he tried to figure out a way to word this. Between the smirking and the teasing, the gryphon was well aware of how insecure his request would seem, regardless of how silver he made his tongue.

"ArmPitts, stains o' society, lemme list a couple of crimes for you since you seem busy. Thievery, murder, capture and that pittiful raid. I know I didn't join a bunch of stepping stones, so I want you to tell me what the hell we're waiting for in terms of justice,". Perhaps Pincher was the scheming sort, settled in his room all day and planning every action accordingly, but Feliks was the complete contrast of that. A reckless go-getter, more often that not he liked to think of things on the fly to get what he wanted. More dangerous, but a helluva lot less stressful than worrying himself to death in a shack located goodness knows where. "I wouldn't mind hosting a counter raid if none of the high positions are up to it, been far too long since I've fought anyone,".