10-06-2018, 01:52 PM
[size=9pt]"Jesus Christ."
The scent of Sunhaven clung to the border, and Moon had come to learn that meant nothing but bad things. The two Clans, while being allies, seemed to have members that would rather knock their own teeth out than show some goddamn civilization around each other, and so, every time that poor Monroe turned up at the border, drama ensued. Moon had been sure to avoid whatever had gone down last time, but, now, he wasn't so lucky. It was in his job description. "What the fuck is this? A Nursery?" Says the lion, sparing the small talk. "You two miss your midday naps? Need your diapers changed?" With a pinched gaze, he glances between Buckingham and Thea, one side of his lip drawn up in clear distaste, before shaking his head and turning to the Monroe.
To the weird fish guy, he overdramatically bows his head. "Monroe." He greets, words gushing respect, "My dearest apologies. Both for harboring an aggressive little bitch in your own clan and having to put up with one whenever you visit here, too. I was thinking of chaining this one up in the basement and throwing away the key, but I don't want her stinking up the place when she croaks." He sucks in a breath, releases it in a theatrical sigh. "See, that's where you guys are lucky. You can just tie some rocks to Cyborg's paw and plop him into the water, and hey presto! Problem sorted."
The scent of Sunhaven clung to the border, and Moon had come to learn that meant nothing but bad things. The two Clans, while being allies, seemed to have members that would rather knock their own teeth out than show some goddamn civilization around each other, and so, every time that poor Monroe turned up at the border, drama ensued. Moon had been sure to avoid whatever had gone down last time, but, now, he wasn't so lucky. It was in his job description. "What the fuck is this? A Nursery?" Says the lion, sparing the small talk. "You two miss your midday naps? Need your diapers changed?" With a pinched gaze, he glances between Buckingham and Thea, one side of his lip drawn up in clear distaste, before shaking his head and turning to the Monroe.
To the weird fish guy, he overdramatically bows his head. "Monroe." He greets, words gushing respect, "My dearest apologies. Both for harboring an aggressive little bitch in your own clan and having to put up with one whenever you visit here, too. I was thinking of chaining this one up in the basement and throwing away the key, but I don't want her stinking up the place when she croaks." He sucks in a breath, releases it in a theatrical sigh. "See, that's where you guys are lucky. You can just tie some rocks to Cyborg's paw and plop him into the water, and hey presto! Problem sorted."
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