NO PLACE FOR A PRIEST : meeting, 10.07

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]ah, finally, a reference he could tolerate. and, quite frankly, the only reason he didn't bust out of his room and go down to immediately throw moon off the nearest cliff for making his ears bleed. the dire wolf was reluctant to actually pull himself out of bed, but he supposed he'd might as well attend. as always, he had nothing better to do.

bubonicplague's ears twitched as he padded down the hall, listening to moon ramble on as he finally joined the small crowd, just in time for the comparison of their deafness to him being blind. a quiet grunt escaped him. he wasn't fond of the boy using him as an example, but with how utterly dead the place had been recently, he supposed moon had no one else to pick on. jaws stretched in a yawn as he began to tune him out, dropping to his haunches and scratching near aggressively at a spot behind his ear.

bub.

his head lifted at his name once more being uttered by the lion, going on about him not having a position and probably not wanting one—true—until the dreadful job assignment came. the demon's lip curled in annoyance. moon was getting quite a kick out of this, wasn't he? maybe he'd just up and leave right now so he could avoid the task. a big ol' fuck you to the flea on his shoulder. "no promises," bubonicplague drawled lowly, heaving himself up and turning to lumber off back to his room. there were already a few people he'd been considering eating in this place; perhaps if they pissed him off enough during the training session he simply wouldn't be able to help himself.

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