WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY // relaxing

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

Charming. The Irishman put up a paw, snorting softly when Jor insisted he already knew about the punishment.  "Just a friendly reminder," he explained, shoulders rolling back in a loose shrug. "Given I haven't ever seen or heard of you before." So who missed you?

Kian frowned.  He did his best to believe in the best, but he didn't particularly like either Dante or Jor, less so when the latter slipped an Italian accent.  The pirate rolled his eyes.  "What he should be training is his common sense.  And figure out if he's gonna be a member of a community, or just some selfish fool." The Faerie would not have them dismiss the real issue with Dante's actions -- completely stupid and lacking in any respect for his clanmates.

"Come on, Kold.  There's still time for a hunt -- let's leave these two charmers to themselves." Kian didn't like getting angry; preferred to be friendly, but he was irritated and saw no reason to stick around.  Not worth our time.

He'd rather catch some prey for the rest of the group with his adoptive cousin -- do some good work.

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