12-06-2019, 12:01 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Millie-Mill-Mill. That was a new one. The cheetah is taken aback for a second, blinking rapidly as his brow flicks upward. There was a lot to take in, here, between the rapid-fire comments and the feline's lack of an attention span as he batted from person to person. Feigning indifference, Kaz flexes a middle claw (an approximation of a rather crude gesture) and slowly, slowly adjusts his sunglasses along the length of his nose - just enough for Lemy to see it. Then, he sits back and smiles.
"Yeah, I wish. You wanna see some cage matches, though, say the word and I'll make it happen. Things get pretty boring, around here... Could use a little energy." There was a sliver of truth there - Kaz could barely round up enough trainees for a successful spar - but he ought to have made it clear that it isn't Lemy's level of energy that he's looking for. Did the guy have an off switch, or was this the default? As soon as Kaz was ready to speak again, Lemy had already spun around to face someone else, leaving the cheetah mildly vexed about the whole situation once more. "...Right. Take your time, I guess."
"Yeah, I wish. You wanna see some cage matches, though, say the word and I'll make it happen. Things get pretty boring, around here... Could use a little energy." There was a sliver of truth there - Kaz could barely round up enough trainees for a successful spar - but he ought to have made it clear that it isn't Lemy's level of energy that he's looking for. Did the guy have an off switch, or was this the default? As soon as Kaz was ready to speak again, Lemy had already spun around to face someone else, leaving the cheetah mildly vexed about the whole situation once more. "...Right. Take your time, I guess."
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG