11-15-2018, 05:28 PM
Ears thinly lined with matted wisps angled their tips to the leaf-blotted heavens, swiftly registering a female's feeble voice calling out for no response. Feline senses were an advantage to be grateful for, at least, although it was a struggle adjusting to whiskers when he first adopted a housecat's form. Sniffing back the coppery tang threatening to spill from his button-nose, he couldn't keep himself from answering Delilah's query to himself, "Ya sho-ouldn't ever ask-k if anyone's there, don'tcha know the rules..." His wavering voice trailed into hoarse snickering, the shrill laughter muted as though his windpipes were clogged with mold.
The boy quickly lapsed into a tense silence, equally as emotionless as Delilah, when a pink-furred beast hobbled across his line of sight only to halt before him with stiff protocol. Amber eyes flicked up and down, determining the handicapped medic to be no immediate threat, and Beck's features reanimated like a mischevious zombie toying with a meal, devilish smirk contorting freckles and scars. "Aw, tha-at's borin', why dont'cha ask better questions?" He teased before interrupting himself with a jerky twist of his shoulders, sending a rapid-fire cascade of popping ligaments down his spine. Hiding an unwanted impulse to chirp or whistle or both, Beck glared at Delilah's three muddy feet in familiar embarrassment, hoping for the urges to pass before tentatively parting his disfigured maw to answer -- only for a yellow flash carrying that damning scent of crisped sulfur to speak his name for him. How dare he? "He-ey, traffic cone, I ca-an speak -- speak for myself!" the poltergeist snarled, heaving himself to his bandaged paws, causing Audrey to shift back to attention, swiveling its oddly-toothed trap to face the arriving vibrations in the air. Beck huffed, chemical slobber beading at his lower lip once more, "Yeah, 'm Beck, what's it matter to-o ya?" However, Vigenere barked out a curious request, one that the boy couldn't quite answer wholely himself. Tilting his head to the left and narrowing eyes in thought, he decided upon a simple reason: "I wanna remember."
[align=center]»――➤The boy quickly lapsed into a tense silence, equally as emotionless as Delilah, when a pink-furred beast hobbled across his line of sight only to halt before him with stiff protocol. Amber eyes flicked up and down, determining the handicapped medic to be no immediate threat, and Beck's features reanimated like a mischevious zombie toying with a meal, devilish smirk contorting freckles and scars. "Aw, tha-at's borin', why dont'cha ask better questions?" He teased before interrupting himself with a jerky twist of his shoulders, sending a rapid-fire cascade of popping ligaments down his spine. Hiding an unwanted impulse to chirp or whistle or both, Beck glared at Delilah's three muddy feet in familiar embarrassment, hoping for the urges to pass before tentatively parting his disfigured maw to answer -- only for a yellow flash carrying that damning scent of crisped sulfur to speak his name for him. How dare he? "He-ey, traffic cone, I ca-an speak -- speak for myself!" the poltergeist snarled, heaving himself to his bandaged paws, causing Audrey to shift back to attention, swiveling its oddly-toothed trap to face the arriving vibrations in the air. Beck huffed, chemical slobber beading at his lower lip once more, "Yeah, 'm Beck, what's it matter to-o ya?" However, Vigenere barked out a curious request, one that the boy couldn't quite answer wholely himself. Tilting his head to the left and narrowing eyes in thought, he decided upon a simple reason: "I wanna remember."