IT'S QUIET UPTOWN [goldenluxury]

[Luca]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Rather than the hint he was hoping for, it seems the universe had decided to hit him right over the head with Goldie's location. Judging by the all too sudden voice behind him, she's right at his rear. The sound of her call is met with a flurry of activity, paws spinning him in a circle so swift that it causes his world to spin. It's obvious that he hasn't yet adjusted to life in the Typhoon, if not by his defensive crouch then by the almost feral snarl on his face. Pink blood dribbles from in between his teeth, lungs agitated by the sudden rise of his heartbeat. He stays like that for a second, a low growl bubbling from his pink-stained maw, until reality sets in and he realizes that there's no threat. Only Goldie with her tired eyes and growing stomach. He blinks once, twice, and then the tension slowly begins to leak out of his limbs. The swell of bunched up muscle subsides, and is then hidden completely behind curls of silky fur. He looks embarrassed now, hiding bloody lips behind a raised paw.

"Um," he says, and then pauses to lick the blood away. His paw drops back to its position in the sand. "Yeah, actually. I wanted to talk about stuff." His tone was casual despite the subtle yet displeased crinkle of his nose. He had never been the best at hiding his emotions, despite how sneaky he liked to pretend to be. Jaws open to speak again, but then snap closed. A breath. Repeat. He stares at the ground for a bit before looking back up at the bengal. What was it she said he used to call her? Dee? His gaze lingers on hers for an uncomfortable amount of time before he manages to break himself out of his trance, pulling the pair out of the uncomfortable silence with a cough. "Um, talk about... the Typhoon, or, no- I meant, to talk about me. In the Typhoon. Before now." Words poured from his failing tongue, and it looks like he's going to blabber on before he winces and stops himself, taking a deep inhale to reset his body. He breathes out, and the look he gives Goldenluxury as he does so is one of defeat. "I want to know what I was like, what happened," he murmurs in a steadier voice, throwing away all his plans of silver tongued hijinks. Clearly his brain isn't his side at this particular time. A part of him wondered if it ever would be.