11-24-2019, 11:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #140D32;"]Lemy brightened up at seeing the door swing open. Then deflated at her words, puffing out his cheeks. "Aw. Rinny. You really think little ol' me could break a door? I'm like, seven pounds," he grumbled. He glanced up at the door and gave it a small knock. "Huh. Maybe you should fix it then," he said, still looking at the door.
He turned back his attention toward Rin and pouted at her response. "You'd rather talk than spar or fish? Am I really that entertaining?" Truthfully, he was just throwing out ideas in order to get her to open the door. Which he had accomplished, so he supposed it worked. He hummed as he hung his head backward, staring upwards. Questions, questions... Oh!
He snapped his head back to the front, grinning as he lashed his tail back and forth in excitement. "What's your favorite constellation? Why haven't you fixed your door, huh? Are all of the doors in this village crappy like yours? What were you doing before we started chatting? Would you rather eat a cooked rat or a raw deer?" Lemy rattled off in one breath, counting his questions on his paws. He knew not to start off with personal questions because asking those types of questions just seemed to invite others to do the same to him.
But man, talking was really boring, and asking questions got kinda tiring, so Lemy opened his mouth again. "No, but seriously. Let's spar or somethin'. Or I dunno, ya got any board games? I'm terrible at Monopoly," he was an impulsive spender and seller, which translated to terrible Monopoly skills. It was a tragedy and Lemy still shed tears over it.
He turned back his attention toward Rin and pouted at her response. "You'd rather talk than spar or fish? Am I really that entertaining?" Truthfully, he was just throwing out ideas in order to get her to open the door. Which he had accomplished, so he supposed it worked. He hummed as he hung his head backward, staring upwards. Questions, questions... Oh!
He snapped his head back to the front, grinning as he lashed his tail back and forth in excitement. "What's your favorite constellation? Why haven't you fixed your door, huh? Are all of the doors in this village crappy like yours? What were you doing before we started chatting? Would you rather eat a cooked rat or a raw deer?" Lemy rattled off in one breath, counting his questions on his paws. He knew not to start off with personal questions because asking those types of questions just seemed to invite others to do the same to him.
But man, talking was really boring, and asking questions got kinda tiring, so Lemy opened his mouth again. "No, but seriously. Let's spar or somethin'. Or I dunno, ya got any board games? I'm terrible at Monopoly," he was an impulsive spender and seller, which translated to terrible Monopoly skills. It was a tragedy and Lemy still shed tears over it.