03-28-2020, 04:46 AM
To say that Leroy expected a brutally forthright reply would be a complete and utter lie. The wolfhound understood that he wasn't good at smalltalk, but hell, he did not think that he would make his introduction so incredibly bogus that a stranger could penetrate through a single phony question. Again, hearing only a handful of words was enough for the feline to discern the query as an act. Like, damn, that's a wake-up call if he ever experienced one. The male had proved himself in the past to be rather skilled in the devious art of manipulation, though casual dialogue seemed to be his weakness. Whatever, that could be worked on later.
In lieu of continuing the forged exchange as he had once planned, Leroy instead voiced the first line that formed within his head. "Shit, man," he says, half-laughing whilst he speaks, "ya got me all figured out." Rather than him catching Alaric off guard, it appeared as though the newcomer caught the general off guard. Embarrassing. "I promise ya I meant no ill will," he resumes, "it's just kinda hard to think of what to say when ya randomly run into someone past midnight."
Still flushed as a consequence of his misstep, Leroy's mind falls blank. What had he been trying to achieve here again? Couldn't be anything too important if he was able to forget about it in a jiffy. Looking for where he could go from there, the wolfhound chooses to answer the tabby's own inquiry. "Ahhhh, I'm alright I s'pose," he says, his tone composing of both lethargy and woe, "wish things coulda gone my way better, but we all have those days, right?" All at once, the mongrel's attention span rebuilds itself from its shambled state. "Alaric, right?" he asks, "where'd ya say ya were from, again?"
In lieu of continuing the forged exchange as he had once planned, Leroy instead voiced the first line that formed within his head. "Shit, man," he says, half-laughing whilst he speaks, "ya got me all figured out." Rather than him catching Alaric off guard, it appeared as though the newcomer caught the general off guard. Embarrassing. "I promise ya I meant no ill will," he resumes, "it's just kinda hard to think of what to say when ya randomly run into someone past midnight."
Still flushed as a consequence of his misstep, Leroy's mind falls blank. What had he been trying to achieve here again? Couldn't be anything too important if he was able to forget about it in a jiffy. Looking for where he could go from there, the wolfhound chooses to answer the tabby's own inquiry. "Ahhhh, I'm alright I s'pose," he says, his tone composing of both lethargy and woe, "wish things coulda gone my way better, but we all have those days, right?" All at once, the mongrel's attention span rebuilds itself from its shambled state. "Alaric, right?" he asks, "where'd ya say ya were from, again?"