09-30-2019, 03:11 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify;"]Up until this point, the Proxy hadn't exactly been a firm believer in the concept of déjà vu. He'd never truly experienced it firsthand, therefore it did not exist. Realistically, nobody could possess the capacity to peer into the future (barring those clairvoyance types), so to suggest that one could see events that'd already happened was pure, unsullied hogwash.
Crow's single-sentence response played on repeat within the hound's mind, reverberating off the hypothetical boundaries that existed inside his head. "What do you want me to do?". The phrase introduced a curious sensation to his system, a mixture comprised of comfort - attained from the feline's open-mindedness, when the option of mockery lay before him - as well as a strange little thing called déjà vu. Where he'd heard those words before, it was hard to discern. But at the moment they reached the wolfhound's folded ears, the male, who had become quite cold in the recent weeks, he was filled to the brim with such nostalgic warmth, a mediocre grin grew along the outline of his maw.
After a brief period of time that consisted of a mere matter of moments, Leroy's smile abated. Sullen amber bulbs fell upon Crow's frame - specifically, the General's discombobulated facial expression, and his glassy, jade eyes.
Oh, right. What could he do to help.
"I don't wanna ask ya nothin' too much, Crow, so lemme know if I am," he began, his haunches shifting restlessly whilst he spoke. "I guess... I guess I don't wanna spend my last few days all on my lonesome, ya know? And since ya always like- and since you've always been so kind t' me, I figured that ya wouldn't mind me askin' if I could... relocate myself."
He continues before the alabaster male has any chance to cut in. "I mean- I wanna move in. And, I know this had no buildup, and this could be troublesome for Selby, so I completely understand if ya say no."
"I just need someone ta lean on."
Crow's single-sentence response played on repeat within the hound's mind, reverberating off the hypothetical boundaries that existed inside his head. "What do you want me to do?". The phrase introduced a curious sensation to his system, a mixture comprised of comfort - attained from the feline's open-mindedness, when the option of mockery lay before him - as well as a strange little thing called déjà vu. Where he'd heard those words before, it was hard to discern. But at the moment they reached the wolfhound's folded ears, the male, who had become quite cold in the recent weeks, he was filled to the brim with such nostalgic warmth, a mediocre grin grew along the outline of his maw.
After a brief period of time that consisted of a mere matter of moments, Leroy's smile abated. Sullen amber bulbs fell upon Crow's frame - specifically, the General's discombobulated facial expression, and his glassy, jade eyes.
Oh, right. What could he do to help.
"I don't wanna ask ya nothin' too much, Crow, so lemme know if I am," he began, his haunches shifting restlessly whilst he spoke. "I guess... I guess I don't wanna spend my last few days all on my lonesome, ya know? And since ya always like- and since you've always been so kind t' me, I figured that ya wouldn't mind me askin' if I could... relocate myself."
He continues before the alabaster male has any chance to cut in. "I mean- I wanna move in. And, I know this had no buildup, and this could be troublesome for Selby, so I completely understand if ya say no."
"I just need someone ta lean on."