04-08-2020, 07:57 PM
[table][tr][td]![[Image: b94dbd8a-65a5-11ea-af51-45358cb49cc4.gif]](https://piskel-imgstore-b.appspot.com/img/b94dbd8a-65a5-11ea-af51-45358cb49cc4.gif)
[div style="width: 300px; max-height: 100px; height: overflow; overflow: scroll; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #152232; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;"]He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
[/td][/tr][/table]
pixel by tricky
[/td][td][div style="width: 300px; max-height: 100px; height: overflow; overflow: scroll; padding-bottom: 5px; margin-top: -5px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #152232; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;"]He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
He had no idea meetings were a thing.
If one had happened while he was alive, he must have not attended it because he was so young. However, as Ivan slunk over, he was duly made aware of why he shouldn't have attend these when he was much younger. All of this was much too big of a bone for him to chew. He certainly thought himself to be intelligent, but although he begrudgingly deemed them necessary, societal duties were not really his strength.
He was honestly surprised and admired that Leroy was able to recite every newly joined member's name, as well as the births that had occurred. He even called Caustic by his title, which was even more surprising since Leroy's proxy had to be frequently reminded by Caustic for it. At this point, it was probably said just to irritate the wolf. If Aurum wanted better, more original ideas to pester the resident mad scientist-esque figure, Ivan had an arsenal of ideas for him.
Ivan shamelessly pricked his ears upon being called out for something positive. He always appreciated any sort of praise. Higher social standing, at his age, would be a tremendous accomplishment if he was able to "keep it up" to put it in Leroy's terms. Hah, he'd even beat Atticus. He could rub it in Mercede's face — if he ever saw the Pittian fox again.
He retained the other information only for a moment, knowing that the Typhoon cubs had painted their trees, oh how he hated it. Vathmos had apparently been a problem before or shortly after his birth, so he didn't worry about it. He couldn't hide the twitch of happiness in his lips upon hearing Beck's new title. Ivan sat down next to his sister Alice, mirroring her posture, noticing how she stayed put even after Leroy had finished.
"Were you planning on going to the Typhoon?" He leaned down to whisper in Alice's ear. If she was, Ivan wanted to go with her. He didn't like going far, but he disliked the idea of his siblings going too far without a companion.
If one had happened while he was alive, he must have not attended it because he was so young. However, as Ivan slunk over, he was duly made aware of why he shouldn't have attend these when he was much younger. All of this was much too big of a bone for him to chew. He certainly thought himself to be intelligent, but although he begrudgingly deemed them necessary, societal duties were not really his strength.
He was honestly surprised and admired that Leroy was able to recite every newly joined member's name, as well as the births that had occurred. He even called Caustic by his title, which was even more surprising since Leroy's proxy had to be frequently reminded by Caustic for it. At this point, it was probably said just to irritate the wolf. If Aurum wanted better, more original ideas to pester the resident mad scientist-esque figure, Ivan had an arsenal of ideas for him.
Ivan shamelessly pricked his ears upon being called out for something positive. He always appreciated any sort of praise. Higher social standing, at his age, would be a tremendous accomplishment if he was able to "keep it up" to put it in Leroy's terms. Hah, he'd even beat Atticus. He could rub it in Mercede's face — if he ever saw the Pittian fox again.
He retained the other information only for a moment, knowing that the Typhoon cubs had painted their trees, oh how he hated it. Vathmos had apparently been a problem before or shortly after his birth, so he didn't worry about it. He couldn't hide the twitch of happiness in his lips upon hearing Beck's new title. Ivan sat down next to his sister Alice, mirroring her posture, noticing how she stayed put even after Leroy had finished.
"Were you planning on going to the Typhoon?" He leaned down to whisper in Alice's ear. If she was, Ivan wanted to go with her. He didn't like going far, but he disliked the idea of his siblings going too far without a companion.