Can't Take Me! // O; Training

[number nine.]

Stheno. The name didn't sound very familiar to Number Nine, but he could definitely hear the way that it rolled off of Medusa's tongue as if it was acid. It was pretty clear that she didn't think highly of whoever the name belonged to, and Nine couldn't help the chuckle that left him at that fact. To him, the hybrid had always seemed so kind and motherly, that it almost seemed insane that she had some kind of mortal enemy. But, the jaguar could certainly understand it. He had one or two of those in the past, usually because they had either threatened his husband or those that he considered to be family. He imagined that it was a similar situation for Medusa – or perhaps Stheno had just wronged her in the past in a way that couldn't be forgiven. Either way, the winged beast found himself nodding, smirking faintly as he muttered in response, "Ah, imagining a certain someone's face on the dummy? I've certainly done that before. Although I don't think I've ever met this Stheno person. From the sounds of it, I suppose I should be glad that I haven't." If Medusa didn't like her, then she was probably pretty shitty, and Nine didn't have a lot of patience when dealing with shitty people.

HELLBENT ON MAKING YOU LOVE ME TOO