12-19-2019, 11:03 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]His brow shoots upward. On any other day he’d sit and let the Hiraeth leader stumble over his paws trying to explain why he’d invited Public Enemy Number One to a holiday party, but between his too-thin patience and the last remaining sliver of respect he’d dredged up for this stranger, he’s already tired of hearing it.
Kazuhira was never one to make these forms of humiliation into a show - but it was so easy, this time, with the buffet of political errs already laid out for them. This man wanted them to attend a party with their enemy, one whom they had only recently beaten into the ground? Make friends with a host that sympathized with The Pitt in spite of these wrongs? Tensions still remained between the groups, and half of Tanglewood was still recovering from wounds they’d sustained not even weeks before. Really, this had to be an elaborate joke.
“You know, I was going to say that you must be new. But, I’ve barely been around for long myself, and even I know…” His lip curls, slowly, into a cold and detached smirk. 'So you must be stupid,' - he doesn’t have to say it aloud.
He isn’t outwardly hostile to the Pitt sympathizer; far from it, in fact, as he makes a wide gesture towards the few that have gathered. Feza is the highest in power out of the three, and the first he makes eye contact with, but it’s impossible for him to believe that she would make… The right choice, here. She’d already established herself as the morale attendant around here, but he got the feeling that she wasn’t exactly sure how to balance Tanglewood’s unity by saying no, especially to a party. And Abathur - Kaz truly doesn’t know what runs through the spider’s head or how he chooses to process the many questions he asks.
So the cheetah steps forward.
“You’ve made a bold choice, coming here, just to tell us you’re ready to house an enemy that’s killed, beaten, and enslaved so many of our own. Our allies, too.” He squints a little, like he's really turning this over in his head, and flicks a paw through the air not unlike the gestures of everyday banter. Dismissive is the word to describe his smile. “And then you're going to say that there won't be any conflict? Alright,” Kaz laughs, almost bitter. “For your sake, I'll wait on our General's word. But I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that you shouldn't expect a high turnout.”
Kazuhira was never one to make these forms of humiliation into a show - but it was so easy, this time, with the buffet of political errs already laid out for them. This man wanted them to attend a party with their enemy, one whom they had only recently beaten into the ground? Make friends with a host that sympathized with The Pitt in spite of these wrongs? Tensions still remained between the groups, and half of Tanglewood was still recovering from wounds they’d sustained not even weeks before. Really, this had to be an elaborate joke.
“You know, I was going to say that you must be new. But, I’ve barely been around for long myself, and even I know…” His lip curls, slowly, into a cold and detached smirk. 'So you must be stupid,' - he doesn’t have to say it aloud.
He isn’t outwardly hostile to the Pitt sympathizer; far from it, in fact, as he makes a wide gesture towards the few that have gathered. Feza is the highest in power out of the three, and the first he makes eye contact with, but it’s impossible for him to believe that she would make… The right choice, here. She’d already established herself as the morale attendant around here, but he got the feeling that she wasn’t exactly sure how to balance Tanglewood’s unity by saying no, especially to a party. And Abathur - Kaz truly doesn’t know what runs through the spider’s head or how he chooses to process the many questions he asks.
So the cheetah steps forward.
“You’ve made a bold choice, coming here, just to tell us you’re ready to house an enemy that’s killed, beaten, and enslaved so many of our own. Our allies, too.” He squints a little, like he's really turning this over in his head, and flicks a paw through the air not unlike the gestures of everyday banter. Dismissive is the word to describe his smile. “And then you're going to say that there won't be any conflict? Alright,” Kaz laughs, almost bitter. “For your sake, I'll wait on our General's word. But I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that you shouldn't expect a high turnout.”
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG