11-15-2018, 10:52 AM
[align=center][div style="font-size:9.3pt; max-width:420pt; text-align:justify;"]Oh, he was insufferable, he knew. Most of the people who could stomach his presence were insufferable in some way themselves, and Hawke got along quite well with his fellow smart-asses - people with bite were so much more fun. Hawke didn't much care if their sharp tongues slashed his way. Truth be told, he courted the witty insults and teases, if only because one of the things he loved almost as much as booze and booty was banter. The holy trio of Bs.
(Not bees, although it was a testament to his mess of a mind that he pictured bees wearing vestments and nearly laughed in the hellhound's face for no explainable reason).
He still gave a hearty chuckle, however, at the "vile beast of temptation." "It is wonderful to be recognized for our better qualities," the mixed-canine agreed, the laugh remaining present in the brightness of his eyes and the upward slant of his mouth corners. She dwarfed him thoroughly, didn't she? Ah, well, if ever there was a spar between them, he would gladly receive his ass on the platter she would offer it on. A rare occurrence for him to look forward to losing. Carver would absolutely lose his shit - perhaps that would do some good for him.
"Oh, but imagine if you were some sort of noble. They would all be scared shitless - they couldn't look down their noses and call you a degenerate without creating a scandal." Though that breed of people thrived on scandal and spurious rumors - how else would they have any fun? Personally, Hawke could be content eating those little cakes and grapes on a dais, but if people who deserved to be well-off were, the world wouldn't be what it was. Perhaps he should sell those small calendars with advice for every day: "Hawke Helps." That was a phrase no one had ever held in their mouth.
The wolf-dog inclined his head Natalia's way, rather pleased he had veered close to estimating her name. "Are you certain you're not a lady? I feel like I'm entering a marble parlor in a constrictive outfit." His grin returned in full force - though it had never truly dissipated - before his gaze wandered over to the pouty kitty cat, whose nose scrunched as though someone had set a plate of shit under his face. Quite a comparison.
Wasn't that an interesting insult? Perhaps Hawke would allow him a free pass - he didn't know the canine well enough yet to ascertain that ordering him to kiss people wasn't precisely insulting, so he merely laughed, body shifting with it. "Housekeeping? Do I sense a disdain for domesticity? Beating the dust out of rugs is satisfying - you should try it." It might release some of that over-built tension, but Hawke wasn't a miracle-worker, however damned close he seemed to be at times.
His focus found the lion, who really was pretty, he'd meant that. Unfortunately, he wasn't especially appreciative of Hawke's - appreciation. It was a pity, really, but the canine wasn't blind so much as he was deliberately antagonistic, and he could discern for himself that it would be a bit like poking a sleeping bear with a stick: entertaining for the first three seconds, and then followed by screaming and running. "I would, but apparently it isn't socially acceptable to talk to yourself in public." A shrug from broad shoulders, as though to say, "what can you do?" but nothing further than that. Where was Mother to give him a pat on the back for minding his manners? It was damn difficult. He wanted his cookie.
"I didn't think you wanted to know what I'm 'in to.'" Hawke's stare strayed from the lion to the magnificent beast - he was quite large as well, wasn't he? Understatement. The grin twisted into a leer, much more overt than he had been with the lion - perhaps because he had his wires crossed somewhere. Definitely because he had his wires crossed.
Dark umber eyes glinted, and the canine leaned in unabashedly. "I'll gladly fight you if it means getting up close and personal." Which he was careful to extend to Luciferus - of course that was his name - and not to the lion, who was very blatantly disinterested. He didn't make it any easier on Hawke shifting like that, and he came very close to outright pouting.
He couldn't quite resist saying, "Are you certain you're not cursed? I could handle it for you."
// i love talia!! im so glad to see her again :>
i love finding more people who played the games
(Not bees, although it was a testament to his mess of a mind that he pictured bees wearing vestments and nearly laughed in the hellhound's face for no explainable reason).
He still gave a hearty chuckle, however, at the "vile beast of temptation." "It is wonderful to be recognized for our better qualities," the mixed-canine agreed, the laugh remaining present in the brightness of his eyes and the upward slant of his mouth corners. She dwarfed him thoroughly, didn't she? Ah, well, if ever there was a spar between them, he would gladly receive his ass on the platter she would offer it on. A rare occurrence for him to look forward to losing. Carver would absolutely lose his shit - perhaps that would do some good for him.
"Oh, but imagine if you were some sort of noble. They would all be scared shitless - they couldn't look down their noses and call you a degenerate without creating a scandal." Though that breed of people thrived on scandal and spurious rumors - how else would they have any fun? Personally, Hawke could be content eating those little cakes and grapes on a dais, but if people who deserved to be well-off were, the world wouldn't be what it was. Perhaps he should sell those small calendars with advice for every day: "Hawke Helps." That was a phrase no one had ever held in their mouth.
The wolf-dog inclined his head Natalia's way, rather pleased he had veered close to estimating her name. "Are you certain you're not a lady? I feel like I'm entering a marble parlor in a constrictive outfit." His grin returned in full force - though it had never truly dissipated - before his gaze wandered over to the pouty kitty cat, whose nose scrunched as though someone had set a plate of shit under his face. Quite a comparison.
Wasn't that an interesting insult? Perhaps Hawke would allow him a free pass - he didn't know the canine well enough yet to ascertain that ordering him to kiss people wasn't precisely insulting, so he merely laughed, body shifting with it. "Housekeeping? Do I sense a disdain for domesticity? Beating the dust out of rugs is satisfying - you should try it." It might release some of that over-built tension, but Hawke wasn't a miracle-worker, however damned close he seemed to be at times.
His focus found the lion, who really was pretty, he'd meant that. Unfortunately, he wasn't especially appreciative of Hawke's - appreciation. It was a pity, really, but the canine wasn't blind so much as he was deliberately antagonistic, and he could discern for himself that it would be a bit like poking a sleeping bear with a stick: entertaining for the first three seconds, and then followed by screaming and running. "I would, but apparently it isn't socially acceptable to talk to yourself in public." A shrug from broad shoulders, as though to say, "what can you do?" but nothing further than that. Where was Mother to give him a pat on the back for minding his manners? It was damn difficult. He wanted his cookie.
"I didn't think you wanted to know what I'm 'in to.'" Hawke's stare strayed from the lion to the magnificent beast - he was quite large as well, wasn't he? Understatement. The grin twisted into a leer, much more overt than he had been with the lion - perhaps because he had his wires crossed somewhere. Definitely because he had his wires crossed.
Dark umber eyes glinted, and the canine leaned in unabashedly. "I'll gladly fight you if it means getting up close and personal." Which he was careful to extend to Luciferus - of course that was his name - and not to the lion, who was very blatantly disinterested. He didn't make it any easier on Hawke shifting like that, and he came very close to outright pouting.
He couldn't quite resist saying, "Are you certain you're not cursed? I could handle it for you."
// i love talia!! im so glad to see her again :>
i love finding more people who played the games
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LAUGHING WITH A MOUTH FULL OF BLOOD ✕