04-13-2019, 10:15 PM
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"O-oh. That, that means a lot, re-eally..." A smirk couldn't help but form across the feline's lips, his composure visibly relaxing, then he took a few more steps forward and took one last glance behind him at the dense flora devoid of prying ears. He hoped, anyway. Paranoia crawled in his skin like flies on a corpse, itching and buzzing until it drove him to madness. Crow found it hard to approach others, even harder to trust, but a sense of calmness came to him from the aura of Goldie as she began to speak, caused his fur to settle. So she was not here to cause harm, but rather to talk about their assumed common enemy: the Pitt.
His eyebrows furrowed at their mention, and he thought long and hard, pupils darting about as he tried to recall something she might want. "It's not weird. I, uh," he said, swallowing. "They took Kiira, a-an' the whole crime scene stinks of Jervis. But I kicked his ass real bad... H-he must be feeling better. I d-don't know..." The thing was, he didn't know what she wanted to know. He could have gone on a whole spiel of the miscellaneous things that he had come across, but to accomplish what? To annoy her—at least that's what the nagging voice at the back of his skull was telling him. Oh how he wanted it to shut up.
"O-oh. That, that means a lot, re-eally..." A smirk couldn't help but form across the feline's lips, his composure visibly relaxing, then he took a few more steps forward and took one last glance behind him at the dense flora devoid of prying ears. He hoped, anyway. Paranoia crawled in his skin like flies on a corpse, itching and buzzing until it drove him to madness. Crow found it hard to approach others, even harder to trust, but a sense of calmness came to him from the aura of Goldie as she began to speak, caused his fur to settle. So she was not here to cause harm, but rather to talk about their assumed common enemy: the Pitt.
His eyebrows furrowed at their mention, and he thought long and hard, pupils darting about as he tried to recall something she might want. "It's not weird. I, uh," he said, swallowing. "They took Kiira, a-an' the whole crime scene stinks of Jervis. But I kicked his ass real bad... H-he must be feeling better. I d-don't know..." The thing was, he didn't know what she wanted to know. He could have gone on a whole spiel of the miscellaneous things that he had come across, but to accomplish what? To annoy her—at least that's what the nagging voice at the back of his skull was telling him. Oh how he wanted it to shut up.