04-03-2020, 09:47 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He pauses, and his hired hand nearly bumps into his back end trying to steady the luggage. There had been a slight stir in Tanglewood before Miller decided that he'd had enough - from attacks, internal conflict, to the inexplicable disappearance of Samantha. She had always been elusive, he knew. Her haughty atmosphere seemed to keep most at bay, and for the sake of avoiding any unnecessary displeasure to come to either of them, he tended to avoid working with her whenever possible. The cheetah's ears flick back, the briefest confusion flickering behind the reflection of his glasses as he cast toward the beach, silent. It was a small world, he supposed.
She asked a question, didn't she? It was the kind of standoff he expected to get from her sooner or later, her expression stony and words sharper in meaning than her calm tone conveyed. Kaz pauses, turns. "Didn't realize you ended up all the way out here, too." Slipping into the posture he carried in Tanglewood, shoulders squared and his face emotionally unyielding, came easy. It reminds him, with the same bitter aftertaste, of his first visit to the Typhoon; though the circumstances were far different, he could see how Ocelot had succeeded in blending in with the regulars, with that upturned nose and unwavering stare. She, too, wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing him falter in his poise. "Not much. A couple of boxes - didn't feel like dragging it through the sand myself. How've you been, hm?"
Maybe he was wrong in assuming the others were just as... Unnervingly distant as his Tanglewood neighbor. Where Sam had her reservations, Goldenluxury - whom he identified from a past visit as the leader - came trotting up beside her, carrying both the morale of the clan and a box of his trinkets on her back. "Oh, come on, you don't have to do that. But, ah, thanks. I'll take it back, really." He offers a paw, first shooing off the tavern worker before he attempted to shift the box. With Sam watching, and another figure approaching, it would be terribly awkward to have the leader carry what little he had, something he could just as easily drag along himself. "I'm from Tanglewood - I knew Sam, while I lived there. You can call me Miller. I suppose we're neighbors, now?"
She asked a question, didn't she? It was the kind of standoff he expected to get from her sooner or later, her expression stony and words sharper in meaning than her calm tone conveyed. Kaz pauses, turns. "Didn't realize you ended up all the way out here, too." Slipping into the posture he carried in Tanglewood, shoulders squared and his face emotionally unyielding, came easy. It reminds him, with the same bitter aftertaste, of his first visit to the Typhoon; though the circumstances were far different, he could see how Ocelot had succeeded in blending in with the regulars, with that upturned nose and unwavering stare. She, too, wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing him falter in his poise. "Not much. A couple of boxes - didn't feel like dragging it through the sand myself. How've you been, hm?"
Maybe he was wrong in assuming the others were just as... Unnervingly distant as his Tanglewood neighbor. Where Sam had her reservations, Goldenluxury - whom he identified from a past visit as the leader - came trotting up beside her, carrying both the morale of the clan and a box of his trinkets on her back. "Oh, come on, you don't have to do that. But, ah, thanks. I'll take it back, really." He offers a paw, first shooing off the tavern worker before he attempted to shift the box. With Sam watching, and another figure approaching, it would be terribly awkward to have the leader carry what little he had, something he could just as easily drag along himself. "I'm from Tanglewood - I knew Sam, while I lived there. You can call me Miller. I suppose we're neighbors, now?"
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG