10-23-2018, 03:10 PM
[div style="; width: 55%; margin-left: 180px; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]"Let her, Clem." An easy, intruiged dismissal as the lion moves forward, skin dotted with scars and gashes that would surely justify a more hostile approach to some uncooperative stranger at their border, but, luckily for Roslyn, Moon's not feeling so intimidated by some stumpy feline with a bagful of trinkets. That is, until he spots the set of teeth she bares in what she probably thinks is a (but what Moon wouldn't be so quick to call) a smile, and it quickly seers into his mental and, look at that-- new nightmare material. Fantastic.
"Dunno' if it works this way, where you come from," He drawls, brow creased and the beginning of an odd smile starting to grow on his maw. There's a glint of humor in his exhausted eyes. This one's weird. All gremlin grin aside, he thinks he might like her. "but the general consensus is that you answer the other person's question before you ask your own. Two way street."
"Dunno' if it works this way, where you come from," He drawls, brow creased and the beginning of an odd smile starting to grow on his maw. There's a glint of humor in his exhausted eyes. This one's weird. All gremlin grin aside, he thinks he might like her. "but the general consensus is that you answer the other person's question before you ask your own. Two way street."
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