02-24-2020, 01:58 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]//I think you already saw in the discord, but a Shami goat! And thank you!! :^)
Camille couldn't believe what he was mentally hearing. 'B-But...my skin...' He sent back to Charlot, betrayed. He had sold all of his pretty beach rocks for a skin-care kit and he refused to throw away all of his hard work. Though, Charlot's next words made him crinkle his nose. 'If I'm gonna get vored, I'd rather it be by a super hot babe and not a stinky bird, >.>' he replied, as if that was any better.
Camille puffed his cheeks out and continued looking onward, paws itching to go through their bags and rummage for something to entertain himself. Charlot's accusation of being a loser snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned his head fast enough to give himself whiplash. "What do y-..." Oh. Yeah, that was a head. Um. That was a yikes from him. No wonder it smelled bad, that shit looked rancid. Like, like--a nasty ass raisin or their grandma or something.
He was still staring wide-eyed at the shriveled head when Kydobi spoke, which made him shriek like someone was burning the limited edition isekai manga he found in the trash. "My head's fuckin' empty man, it'll make a terrible decoration, like a moldy bagel, I--" he stopped his blubbering. Oh. They were just being invited in.
His expression instantly cleared. "Oh, thank you very much! What kind of water do you have? Mineral, I hope," Camille's prim words were at odds with the crudeness he had displayed before. The prey part worried him; he hoped they wouldn't have to fight for their food. He'd rather not have to relive his childhood days of getting into fist-fights with other orphans for some communion wafer scraps.
That was future Camille's problem though, current Camille's brain was offline and ready for a nap. As for the Pitt's reputation, well, that kind of shit gave you street cred. You have a topic of conversation for times when you go out to eat with your bougie friend and once you tell them where you live they act like you're living in the sewers eating fuckin' rocks and pooor you then they--
"Good! We like peace, right big brother?" Camille tried to give Charlot an affectionate jab on the ribs. "My name is Camille and this is my big brother Charlot, and this," he patted Aphrodite gently, "is the lovely Aphrodite." Nice, introductions were out of the way so now hopefully they could make like a tree and piss off to a place that had some shade.
Camille couldn't believe what he was mentally hearing. 'B-But...my skin...' He sent back to Charlot, betrayed. He had sold all of his pretty beach rocks for a skin-care kit and he refused to throw away all of his hard work. Though, Charlot's next words made him crinkle his nose. 'If I'm gonna get vored, I'd rather it be by a super hot babe and not a stinky bird, >.>' he replied, as if that was any better.
Camille puffed his cheeks out and continued looking onward, paws itching to go through their bags and rummage for something to entertain himself. Charlot's accusation of being a loser snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned his head fast enough to give himself whiplash. "What do y-..." Oh. Yeah, that was a head. Um. That was a yikes from him. No wonder it smelled bad, that shit looked rancid. Like, like--a nasty ass raisin or their grandma or something.
He was still staring wide-eyed at the shriveled head when Kydobi spoke, which made him shriek like someone was burning the limited edition isekai manga he found in the trash. "My head's fuckin' empty man, it'll make a terrible decoration, like a moldy bagel, I--" he stopped his blubbering. Oh. They were just being invited in.
His expression instantly cleared. "Oh, thank you very much! What kind of water do you have? Mineral, I hope," Camille's prim words were at odds with the crudeness he had displayed before. The prey part worried him; he hoped they wouldn't have to fight for their food. He'd rather not have to relive his childhood days of getting into fist-fights with other orphans for some communion wafer scraps.
That was future Camille's problem though, current Camille's brain was offline and ready for a nap. As for the Pitt's reputation, well, that kind of shit gave you street cred. You have a topic of conversation for times when you go out to eat with your bougie friend and once you tell them where you live they act like you're living in the sewers eating fuckin' rocks and pooor you then they--
"Good! We like peace, right big brother?" Camille tried to give Charlot an affectionate jab on the ribs. "My name is Camille and this is my big brother Charlot, and this," he patted Aphrodite gently, "is the lovely Aphrodite." Nice, introductions were out of the way so now hopefully they could make like a tree and piss off to a place that had some shade.