11-15-2018, 09:58 AM
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/ oofers this is late. got caught up in a low muse bug, my bad
Verse me in horseshoes, birdbrain. It was a wonderful comment to hear first, not a compliment or other praise, but instead a half-hearted jab. Even if part of him was hurt he wasn't getting the appreciation he deserved for setting something up like this (he'd heard others be praised in the past), a competitive smirk was still adorn his black beak. "You're on fire-crotch," he snorted, standing from his relaxed position to give his newly found opponent a better look. A tail wasn't exactly a crotch but hey, not even the wittiest of folk could come up with a comeback 24/7, to ask for otherwise was simply asinine. A quick gaze was offered to Peppino, and though noting the silence with a pinch of salt, it was too late for him to question the other.
Lucifer had arrived you see, and though his stature was something that Feliks wished to rival more than Bakugou at this current point in time, the Privateer always found time for the dragon. It was a sign of endearment not to offer up his Napoleon Complex anymore, his neck and shoulders didn't have to be straight and tall around such a friend contrary to the usual. Seeing a feline instead was... odd, but not unwelcome. "Sorry mate, I'd rather not be responsible for a potential forest fire if one of them balls gets a mind of its own. Send it in the Pitt's direction if you insist though, I'm sure it'll hit if you try hard enough," he chuckled, surprised he had been able to let out such a sound. I'm laughing again. Am I going back to normal?
He nodded in confirmation at the talk of a competition, tapping his talons when Victor stated he'd also be involved. It hadn't taken long for the game to start after that, with Bakugou hopping right in with his attempts to throw the horse shoe. Giving off a click and a whistle as the other missed, his amused expression widened at the other's shortcomings. "Well you're never gonna get it first try kid," he spoke, overconfident as he went to the starting line. The griffon picked up the cold steel, jerking his head lightly a couple of times to see how his grip was. Abyssmal was the answer, a sharp beak never a truly good gripping tool when others had teeth.
Quickly the high position tossed it towards the post, unable to find the power to get it much farther than a couple of feet or so. It seemed to land straight enough even if it was no where near the target, the male believed it to be nothing more than luck however in that regards. He cleared his throat, ducking his head as the heat rushed to him. That was awkward.
/ oofers this is late. got caught up in a low muse bug, my bad
Verse me in horseshoes, birdbrain. It was a wonderful comment to hear first, not a compliment or other praise, but instead a half-hearted jab. Even if part of him was hurt he wasn't getting the appreciation he deserved for setting something up like this (he'd heard others be praised in the past), a competitive smirk was still adorn his black beak. "You're on fire-crotch," he snorted, standing from his relaxed position to give his newly found opponent a better look. A tail wasn't exactly a crotch but hey, not even the wittiest of folk could come up with a comeback 24/7, to ask for otherwise was simply asinine. A quick gaze was offered to Peppino, and though noting the silence with a pinch of salt, it was too late for him to question the other.
Lucifer had arrived you see, and though his stature was something that Feliks wished to rival more than Bakugou at this current point in time, the Privateer always found time for the dragon. It was a sign of endearment not to offer up his Napoleon Complex anymore, his neck and shoulders didn't have to be straight and tall around such a friend contrary to the usual. Seeing a feline instead was... odd, but not unwelcome. "Sorry mate, I'd rather not be responsible for a potential forest fire if one of them balls gets a mind of its own. Send it in the Pitt's direction if you insist though, I'm sure it'll hit if you try hard enough," he chuckled, surprised he had been able to let out such a sound. I'm laughing again. Am I going back to normal?
He nodded in confirmation at the talk of a competition, tapping his talons when Victor stated he'd also be involved. It hadn't taken long for the game to start after that, with Bakugou hopping right in with his attempts to throw the horse shoe. Giving off a click and a whistle as the other missed, his amused expression widened at the other's shortcomings. "Well you're never gonna get it first try kid," he spoke, overconfident as he went to the starting line. The griffon picked up the cold steel, jerking his head lightly a couple of times to see how his grip was. Abyssmal was the answer, a sharp beak never a truly good gripping tool when others had teeth.
Quickly the high position tossed it towards the post, unable to find the power to get it much farther than a couple of feet or so. It seemed to land straight enough even if it was no where near the target, the male believed it to be nothing more than luck however in that regards. He cleared his throat, ducking his head as the heat rushed to him. That was awkward.
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