12-06-2019, 03:39 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #2D0B08;"]Lemy huffed childishly at serval's words, cheeks puffing out like a squirrel's. "'s not the point though, point is that I'm cute and I don't need takin' care of," he said, sniffling in indignation. The serval didn't seem all too keen on talking to him, with his curt responses and his lackluster reactions. (Were all servals this troublesome?) Too bad, because Lemy was going to keep rambling until he got something worthwhile out of the encounter.
Speaking of worthwhile reactions, Lemy refrained from releasing a giggle that crawled up his throat after hearing the lion reply to his thank you. "Yeah, yeah, of course!" Lemy said enthusiastically. Approaching pawsteps caught his attention, causing him to glance over to the newcomer once the cheetah made an appearance. He sent him a cheery beam as a greeting, blissfully unaware of the other male's thoughts on him.
At the sound of Aurum's voice, Lemy turned his attention back to the lion. He nodded along to each of the conditions he would have to follow to have his vacation approved. (Though, he did internally grumble about the whole 'helping out' bit; why should he? He gained even less out here than he would in the Elysium if he did that.) At the mention of Rin, he simply waved his paw as if to wave away Aurum's concern. "Don't worry 'bout Rinny, she's fine with me staying here," he lied smoothly. Though, maybe there was some truth to his words. Rin had displayed an amazing amount of patience to his antics, to the point where Lemy wondered what would be the act that would finally make her snap. "...Oh! So it's okay if I'm just a normal dick? Phew, thank you! I'll try not to cross the 'too much' line," he said playfully, sending Aurum a jesting wink.
Welp! Thankfully, his vacation got approved. He ought to stick around for a bit more before he fucked off though. Lemy listened as Aurum introduced himself, head tilting in thought. So, he was a big-shot, huh? Weird. He was used to Rin being the only voice of authority. "Well, nice to meet ya, Aurie! I'll make sure to come talk to ya when I'm feelin' lonely; we can play twenty questions! Loser gets to listen to the winner monologue for twenty minutes," he declared, only slightly kidding. Even if he was denied, it would work out in his favor. "I've already met Leroy, he went over to the Elysium awhile ago, that's how I found out 'bout you all!" The canine was probably the first non-joining visitor he had seen in his entire stay with the Elysium. Technically. The other joiners weren't legitimate members yet; Lemy alone had been the one to take the oath of loyalty so far. Yuck.
Twitching his ears, he turned his attention to the cheetah, noting that aside from his name and the pleasantry, he hadn't uttered a single peep otherwise. "Super pleased to be here, Millie-Mill-Mill! What do ya guys do here for fun? Death cage matches? Scuba diving in the mud? Pin the tail on the 'gator?" he asked, taking Miller's actions as an invitation to bug him. If the guy was gonna sit down then fuck it, right? Might as well have a neat little chat to gauge how long the poor sap could withstand his word vomit. "Oh, shit, wait, hold that thought Millie," Lemy turned toward the serval, "sorry, forgot to ask! What 'bout you? What's your name, mister tall-dark-and-brooding?" He gestured over to the second smallest of the felines gathered, lifeless blue eyes focused on the serval's form.
Speaking of worthwhile reactions, Lemy refrained from releasing a giggle that crawled up his throat after hearing the lion reply to his thank you. "Yeah, yeah, of course!" Lemy said enthusiastically. Approaching pawsteps caught his attention, causing him to glance over to the newcomer once the cheetah made an appearance. He sent him a cheery beam as a greeting, blissfully unaware of the other male's thoughts on him.
At the sound of Aurum's voice, Lemy turned his attention back to the lion. He nodded along to each of the conditions he would have to follow to have his vacation approved. (Though, he did internally grumble about the whole 'helping out' bit; why should he? He gained even less out here than he would in the Elysium if he did that.) At the mention of Rin, he simply waved his paw as if to wave away Aurum's concern. "Don't worry 'bout Rinny, she's fine with me staying here," he lied smoothly. Though, maybe there was some truth to his words. Rin had displayed an amazing amount of patience to his antics, to the point where Lemy wondered what would be the act that would finally make her snap. "...Oh! So it's okay if I'm just a normal dick? Phew, thank you! I'll try not to cross the 'too much' line," he said playfully, sending Aurum a jesting wink.
Welp! Thankfully, his vacation got approved. He ought to stick around for a bit more before he fucked off though. Lemy listened as Aurum introduced himself, head tilting in thought. So, he was a big-shot, huh? Weird. He was used to Rin being the only voice of authority. "Well, nice to meet ya, Aurie! I'll make sure to come talk to ya when I'm feelin' lonely; we can play twenty questions! Loser gets to listen to the winner monologue for twenty minutes," he declared, only slightly kidding. Even if he was denied, it would work out in his favor. "I've already met Leroy, he went over to the Elysium awhile ago, that's how I found out 'bout you all!" The canine was probably the first non-joining visitor he had seen in his entire stay with the Elysium. Technically. The other joiners weren't legitimate members yet; Lemy alone had been the one to take the oath of loyalty so far. Yuck.
Twitching his ears, he turned his attention to the cheetah, noting that aside from his name and the pleasantry, he hadn't uttered a single peep otherwise. "Super pleased to be here, Millie-Mill-Mill! What do ya guys do here for fun? Death cage matches? Scuba diving in the mud? Pin the tail on the 'gator?" he asked, taking Miller's actions as an invitation to bug him. If the guy was gonna sit down then fuck it, right? Might as well have a neat little chat to gauge how long the poor sap could withstand his word vomit. "Oh, shit, wait, hold that thought Millie," Lemy turned toward the serval, "sorry, forgot to ask! What 'bout you? What's your name, mister tall-dark-and-brooding?" He gestured over to the second smallest of the felines gathered, lifeless blue eyes focused on the serval's form.