08-06-2019, 11:28 AM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
When a voice called out below, it was quick to get Fourths attention. Wine-red eyes would open and shift down to land on... Jervis? A brow would quirk upward in surprise, which he didn't try to mask in the slightest. These quite likely were the first civil words the fox had ever spoken to him, and after all the threats and berating that were thrown his way he almost handn't recognized the voice as the Ardents. But there Jervis stood, staring up at him and, for once, looking calm. It occured to Fourthwall that he had never truly met Jervis. Aside from brief introduction and seeing him in a rage after Tanglewood and the Typhoon pulled that crap on them, the hellhound hadn't spent any time with the fox that would really allow Fourth to get to know them, which was why it seemed off to hear him so casual now.
But Fourth wasn't irked by this sudden change in the others attitude. Rather, he found it curiously interesting. What did
jervis want coming to him like this? Surely it wasn't just for the hellhounds company. While Fourth was, admittedly, more on board with the other now that they'd dropped the premiss of trying to be everyones friend, it wasn't as if they were friends in any way. But his impulses, as always, drove the show, and when Jervis asked if he could join him, Fourth only shrugged, "Suite yourself." he'd call down to them, indicating that he didn't care. To be perfectly honest, the entire situation was so out of the ordinary that Fourth couldn't have said no if he'd wanted to- hell, hadn't he just wbeen wishing for something random like this to happen?
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he'd ask as the fox made his way up, lips curving upwards into a subtle smirk as his gaze lingered on the other. He didn't really care why Jervis had chosen to join him, because to Fourth it didn't really matter. Llike a dog long forgotten by it's owners he was starving for contact and the sleek red fox was looking more like a metaphorical meal with every passing second.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
When a voice called out below, it was quick to get Fourths attention. Wine-red eyes would open and shift down to land on... Jervis? A brow would quirk upward in surprise, which he didn't try to mask in the slightest. These quite likely were the first civil words the fox had ever spoken to him, and after all the threats and berating that were thrown his way he almost handn't recognized the voice as the Ardents. But there Jervis stood, staring up at him and, for once, looking calm. It occured to Fourthwall that he had never truly met Jervis. Aside from brief introduction and seeing him in a rage after Tanglewood and the Typhoon pulled that crap on them, the hellhound hadn't spent any time with the fox that would really allow Fourth to get to know them, which was why it seemed off to hear him so casual now.
But Fourth wasn't irked by this sudden change in the others attitude. Rather, he found it curiously interesting. What did
jervis want coming to him like this? Surely it wasn't just for the hellhounds company. While Fourth was, admittedly, more on board with the other now that they'd dropped the premiss of trying to be everyones friend, it wasn't as if they were friends in any way. But his impulses, as always, drove the show, and when Jervis asked if he could join him, Fourth only shrugged, "Suite yourself." he'd call down to them, indicating that he didn't care. To be perfectly honest, the entire situation was so out of the ordinary that Fourth couldn't have said no if he'd wanted to- hell, hadn't he just wbeen wishing for something random like this to happen?
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he'd ask as the fox made his way up, lips curving upwards into a subtle smirk as his gaze lingered on the other. He didn't really care why Jervis had chosen to join him, because to Fourth it didn't really matter. Llike a dog long forgotten by it's owners he was starving for contact and the sleek red fox was looking more like a metaphorical meal with every passing second.
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt