12-19-2018, 12:12 AM
Clarence didn't seem to even acknowledge Atticus until the other man spoke up, at which point his head swiveled around and he gave a quick nod, patting the ground beside him with his paw that wasn't wrist-deep into the icing. "Of course not," he answered simply, pausing briefly before adding, "You haven't missed much. So far, there was an auction but then it went into a... it started telling a story in the past. They started preforming an opera, Hannibal, but then the background fell and everyone panicked and the prima donna ran offstage, so now this woman, Christine, is singing in her place. The man with the nice eyes recognized her from childhood and is meeting her in her room. There's also a quieter voice that only the girl seems to be able to hear. I think that's - oh, that one." Just as he spoke, a new voice was brought into the song, a voice that held anger and obvious distaste for 'the man with nice eyes' that Clarence had previously referred to. His eyes widening a bit again as the scene progressed and a man appeared in the mirror, he dipped his paw back in the icing, pulling it back out and quietly licking as he watched it.
LISTEN UP; HEAR THE PATRIOTS SHOUT
BLOOD LUST IN A HOLY WAR