[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Ambroise's expression remained flat, hazel gaze on the smaller feline with no particular inflection. He'd already forgotten what he introduced this place as, and for a few moments, the lion considered the benefits of simply turning around and leaving. He'd never been social on even his best day, let alone when in a poor mood, but there wasn't much of anywhere he couldn't go that wouldn't rub him the wrong way somehow. If he retreated to the mountains, he'd be too cold, and it'd be an awkward adjustment to go from spending every waking -and sleeping- moment with someone nearby to complete isolation. On the other hand, there were too many people here, and not enough limitless stretch of water he could send his gaze across. Maybe he was hard to please, or maybe he was just too damn tired of...everything.
"I might could," he said after a pause, but he didn't jump to offer his name, exhaling slowly, like it might take some of his weary agitation with it. "No mister here. Ambroise." He wasn't going to question the fancy title. People liked dressing words up to be more than what they were. Not really a region-specific affliction. "What'll you want in return?" In his experience, everyone wanted something for their hospitality, even if it was disguised as requiring a hand with the chores. Easy price to pay- Ambroise just hated it when anyone ever tried to pretend otherwise, like nothing in return settled fine in their heads.
Greenish eyes dropped to the child, a bony thing. Not his problem, though- seemed like there were plenty of people here capable of getting a kid to swallow what they were given, but he wouldn't lie to himself, wouldn't pretend there wasn't an urge somewhere. Altruism just didn't come easy, and neither did he accept it blindly either, flat features sharpening, gaze shifting from the boy to the woman. She didn't even address him, like Ambroise couldn't answer for himself.
He found it hard to give shits about anything, but he wasn't sick or invalid. "Or you mightn't could. 'M fine."
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"I might could," he said after a pause, but he didn't jump to offer his name, exhaling slowly, like it might take some of his weary agitation with it. "No mister here. Ambroise." He wasn't going to question the fancy title. People liked dressing words up to be more than what they were. Not really a region-specific affliction. "What'll you want in return?" In his experience, everyone wanted something for their hospitality, even if it was disguised as requiring a hand with the chores. Easy price to pay- Ambroise just hated it when anyone ever tried to pretend otherwise, like nothing in return settled fine in their heads.
Greenish eyes dropped to the child, a bony thing. Not his problem, though- seemed like there were plenty of people here capable of getting a kid to swallow what they were given, but he wouldn't lie to himself, wouldn't pretend there wasn't an urge somewhere. Altruism just didn't come easy, and neither did he accept it blindly either, flat features sharpening, gaze shifting from the boy to the woman. She didn't even address him, like Ambroise couldn't answer for himself.
He found it hard to give shits about anything, but he wasn't sick or invalid. "Or you mightn't could. 'M fine."
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead