each moment holding its breath ._. joiner

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The other didn’t want the food? Well, Anthemtalon hoped he got some bonus points for at least offering; not that his concept of ‘bonus points’ was all that great. A slow and sluggish nod of his head eventually followed once understanding of the situation was reached. “Oh. Okay.” More food for himself, which was the entire purpose of him lugging this chunk of food around for as long as he had. Was the issue with it that it wasn’t ‘fresh’? Apparently that mattered; at least in this scenario. A chuffed noise sounded, like the lizard’s verbal attempt at a shrug. Anthem trying to shrug would probably wind up with him flopping down (uncomfortably) onto his belly.

“Stay, yea, yes,” Anthemtalon garbled out after another long moment of processing time. A blink (if it could be considered that as Anthem lacked eyelids) and another flicker of his tongue, claws gently tugging the chunk of carrion back close to himself. “Aphra Cipher,” he stumbled along through repeating the pronunciation, head then swinging around to the other one present. “Ruven. Names nice. Food nice too. Not sure wrong with.” Another shrug mimicking noise, deciding that while he was standing around and talking he might as well sit and talk, and allowed himself to slowly come to rest on the ground.

“Big territory?” He wasnt sure how territories worked, or the groups that patrolled and lived in them. Patrolling sounded utterly exhausting, and he yawned and gave his head a small shake. “Smelled away, mhm.” Lengthy pause, easily a common situation when the lizard’s small brain was wracking and trying to piece together words to use to convey what barebones, basic thoughts went on in his mind. “Stay nearby?”

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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