12-08-2019, 08:00 PM
There were people now - people to interrupt him, to occupy his time, to drag him away from his books and force him into a conversation, subjects to keep him from learning and -
Breathe, he told himself. (metaphorically of course, since he didn't have typical lungs and didn't respirate). These subjects were simply exercising their curiosity (at least, Aurum was), and if there was anything he could empathize with, it was the seeking of information. Hell, that was the entire reason he had spent so long in here, browsing the massive collection that Tanglewood had somehow accrued, which he assumed was the fault of their human predecessors. He turned to Aurum, giving him a careful glance to see if he was mocking him in some way. "No," he said, drily, after a moment or two of consideration. His tone didn't change, but clearly, he was being sarcastic, as he turned back to the bottom of the shelf he was working through. Actions spoke louder than words, than tone, after all. "Does subject frequent library?" He mused offhandedly, pulling out another book, this one on marine life, and moving his gaze to the angel, just as Miller waltzed in.
The flaring anger in his chest appeared again, though was quickly quelled by the wildcat's little grin. He was still annoyed at the childish insult, somehow, but he understood it somewhat as being a form of - oh, what was it called. Verbal sparring? Bickering? Whatever it was, it didn't quite agree with Abathur's monotone way of speaking, didn't sound right coming from his mouth, even as best he tried. "Ha, ha, ha." He grumbled, moving his body over to stare Miller in those polarized lenses of his, in his usual analytical way. "Frankly, shocked subject Miller can read," he muttered to himself. A lie, of course. He never assumed anyone was illiterate (even though, as animals, they would have the excuse), as that got nobody anywhere. The spider simply wanted to antagonize the feline a little bit more, see if things like that got him angry.
Once more he turned around, this time to his stack of books, pulling some string out to wrap them up like a little parcel (not quite cocooning them) so he wasn't stuck trying to figure out how to lug around a stack. "Other copies of Darwin's works, if subject wants," he said to Miller. An olive branch, an extended hand, an offering of peace - after all, the man knew the author from the title, so he must have some sort of interest.
Breathe, he told himself. (metaphorically of course, since he didn't have typical lungs and didn't respirate). These subjects were simply exercising their curiosity (at least, Aurum was), and if there was anything he could empathize with, it was the seeking of information. Hell, that was the entire reason he had spent so long in here, browsing the massive collection that Tanglewood had somehow accrued, which he assumed was the fault of their human predecessors. He turned to Aurum, giving him a careful glance to see if he was mocking him in some way. "No," he said, drily, after a moment or two of consideration. His tone didn't change, but clearly, he was being sarcastic, as he turned back to the bottom of the shelf he was working through. Actions spoke louder than words, than tone, after all. "Does subject frequent library?" He mused offhandedly, pulling out another book, this one on marine life, and moving his gaze to the angel, just as Miller waltzed in.
The flaring anger in his chest appeared again, though was quickly quelled by the wildcat's little grin. He was still annoyed at the childish insult, somehow, but he understood it somewhat as being a form of - oh, what was it called. Verbal sparring? Bickering? Whatever it was, it didn't quite agree with Abathur's monotone way of speaking, didn't sound right coming from his mouth, even as best he tried. "Ha, ha, ha." He grumbled, moving his body over to stare Miller in those polarized lenses of his, in his usual analytical way. "Frankly, shocked subject Miller can read," he muttered to himself. A lie, of course. He never assumed anyone was illiterate (even though, as animals, they would have the excuse), as that got nobody anywhere. The spider simply wanted to antagonize the feline a little bit more, see if things like that got him angry.
Once more he turned around, this time to his stack of books, pulling some string out to wrap them up like a little parcel (not quite cocooning them) so he wasn't stuck trying to figure out how to lug around a stack. "Other copies of Darwin's works, if subject wants," he said to Miller. An olive branch, an extended hand, an offering of peace - after all, the man knew the author from the title, so he must have some sort of interest.
tags - "speech"