12-05-2019, 11:59 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He really, really doesn't like this guy.
Kazuhira lives in a default state of mild paranoia. He's used to constant assessment, watching for threats, taking every last word as a promise of a future double-cross - a perky, high-pitched voice derailing a diplomatic inquisition with talk of pet rocks and vacations screams red flags. It may be a facet of his wartorn mind trying to tell him that every smile, no matter how bright, is hiding a knife behind their back, but he didn't like taking chances. He didn't like putting blind trust in a stranger, either.
(He'd done that once before. Never, ever again.)
It's not that Kaz is against the idea of letting someone new into the ranks (or of taking a nice vacation when the time calls), he hardly has the authority to even voice his concerns; but he's watchful under the charismatic smile he chooses to display, smoothing back the stray fur on his head and giving an easy flick of his tail to signal a friendly sort of oblivion. Elysium may be an ally, but anyone can be a threat. Tanglewood had yet to learn that even the closest of allies could turn if a better opportunity for advancement met their doorstep.
(He had friends who were better at gathering intelligence than him, better at playing innocent. But he knows how to fake a smile well enough to keep up the game.)
The cheetah regards Lemy without responding much to the chatter. He's taking in the reactions, the boredom (annoyance?) of his peers in the face of pure mania. When Aurum gives the okay - he's the highest rank of their little gathering, and surely Leroy won't have qualms when the time comes - Kaz shrugs in calm agreement, drops onto his haunches and prepares for the long haul. Lemy may have been accepted in, but it didn't look like he was going to shut up any time soon. "Miller. Pleased to have you."
Yeah, sure they were.
Kazuhira lives in a default state of mild paranoia. He's used to constant assessment, watching for threats, taking every last word as a promise of a future double-cross - a perky, high-pitched voice derailing a diplomatic inquisition with talk of pet rocks and vacations screams red flags. It may be a facet of his wartorn mind trying to tell him that every smile, no matter how bright, is hiding a knife behind their back, but he didn't like taking chances. He didn't like putting blind trust in a stranger, either.
(He'd done that once before. Never, ever again.)
It's not that Kaz is against the idea of letting someone new into the ranks (or of taking a nice vacation when the time calls), he hardly has the authority to even voice his concerns; but he's watchful under the charismatic smile he chooses to display, smoothing back the stray fur on his head and giving an easy flick of his tail to signal a friendly sort of oblivion. Elysium may be an ally, but anyone can be a threat. Tanglewood had yet to learn that even the closest of allies could turn if a better opportunity for advancement met their doorstep.
(He had friends who were better at gathering intelligence than him, better at playing innocent. But he knows how to fake a smile well enough to keep up the game.)
The cheetah regards Lemy without responding much to the chatter. He's taking in the reactions, the boredom (annoyance?) of his peers in the face of pure mania. When Aurum gives the okay - he's the highest rank of their little gathering, and surely Leroy won't have qualms when the time comes - Kaz shrugs in calm agreement, drops onto his haunches and prepares for the long haul. Lemy may have been accepted in, but it didn't look like he was going to shut up any time soon. "Miller. Pleased to have you."
Yeah, sure they were.
[align=center][div style="font-size:12pt;font-family:verdana;color:#4c5461;letter-spacing:-2pt;"][i][b]—-— I GET [color=#4c5461]MEAN WHEN I'M
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG