01-02-2019, 12:52 AM
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"If you got a third, should've gotten all of it," he answered, overlooking the compliment because that wasn't the reason he'd opened his mouth, nor did he want to positively accept something Orpheus offered him. Or what anyone offered him, because no, he did not know how to make friends when he was the one wearing a collar under his mane and an owner's claw excavations on his face. Easier to make friends when there wasn't an expectation to learn about their histories- their pasts hadn't mattered in that alleyway, and it was some silent agreement that they'd never talk about them. That would've made it harder to keep their heads down.
He wasn't very good at making nice, either. Couldn't see the point in trying.
The lion barely followed Clarence's solo, stare on the ground, but he knew the song. Knew the French version of it. "Didn't think people liked to clean to death songs," he commented, face expressionless. "It's better in French anyway. Il est un deuil que je porte, lourd au coeur comme un secret. Seul devant ces tables vides- qu'ils ne reverront jamais. Je les entends encore- ces mots brûlants qu'ils ont chantés furent leurs derniers volontés." He spoke the lyrics flatly, tonelessly. "Oh me amis pardonnez moi d'être là de vivre encore. Oh me amis je voudrais croire que vous n'êtes pas morts en vain. Seul devant ces tables vides je ne suis plus sur de rien." He wasn't going to zone out reciting a song though; there was a time and a place for that, and it wasn't in front of people Ambroise wouldn't even trust to pour water without spilling it.
"You might could sing something happier, Orpheus. Maybe something that'll get you cleaning faster. Christmas is long gone by now." The lion rolled his shoulders, and set off to leave Orpheus to his work. Sure, Ambroise liked to clean, but he sure as hell wasn't going to touch those damn decorations. He had other business to take care of anyway.
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"If you got a third, should've gotten all of it," he answered, overlooking the compliment because that wasn't the reason he'd opened his mouth, nor did he want to positively accept something Orpheus offered him. Or what anyone offered him, because no, he did not know how to make friends when he was the one wearing a collar under his mane and an owner's claw excavations on his face. Easier to make friends when there wasn't an expectation to learn about their histories- their pasts hadn't mattered in that alleyway, and it was some silent agreement that they'd never talk about them. That would've made it harder to keep their heads down.
He wasn't very good at making nice, either. Couldn't see the point in trying.
The lion barely followed Clarence's solo, stare on the ground, but he knew the song. Knew the French version of it. "Didn't think people liked to clean to death songs," he commented, face expressionless. "It's better in French anyway. Il est un deuil que je porte, lourd au coeur comme un secret. Seul devant ces tables vides- qu'ils ne reverront jamais. Je les entends encore- ces mots brûlants qu'ils ont chantés furent leurs derniers volontés." He spoke the lyrics flatly, tonelessly. "Oh me amis pardonnez moi d'être là de vivre encore. Oh me amis je voudrais croire que vous n'êtes pas morts en vain. Seul devant ces tables vides je ne suis plus sur de rien." He wasn't going to zone out reciting a song though; there was a time and a place for that, and it wasn't in front of people Ambroise wouldn't even trust to pour water without spilling it.
"You might could sing something happier, Orpheus. Maybe something that'll get you cleaning faster. Christmas is long gone by now." The lion rolled his shoulders, and set off to leave Orpheus to his work. Sure, Ambroise liked to clean, but he sure as hell wasn't going to touch those damn decorations. He had other business to take care of anyway.
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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