12-14-2019, 07:06 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica; color: #2D0B08;"]Lemy giggled after she complimented his name, exaggerating his movements as he cupped his cheek. "Aww, stop, you'll make me blush," he said, swaying in place. Though the way he held himself was relaxed, his eyes were cold. How interesting. The little fox seemed like she much on her mind. Lemy glanced over to Rin momentarily, curious about the movement she had exibited. Hm.
When she denied the offer for tea, he simply shrugged. Well, her loss. It wasn't even his tea so he didn't care.
Lemy perked up Rin's correction, opening his mouth to reply in amazement (damn, why couldn't they have a volcano?) then closing it at Mistrim's panic. Oh man, she looked like a rolly-polly. He snickered, tail lashing behind him. "Heey! You didn't mumble this time!" He cheered, clapping his paws together like an asshole. "Sorry, sorry! Won't do that again, pinky-promise! Cross my heart and hope to die 'n all that." Unfortunately for Mistrim, Lemy had long since added 'liar' to his repertoire of skills.
He watched as Mistrim approached Rin, snorting to himself when he noticed she seemed to be shying away from him. Pity. After a few seconds of observation, he stretched and followed after them at a languid pace. His amusement grew as Mistrim's steps morphed into hops, an image of a rabbit popping into his mind. (And if Lemy were to ever find out about her lack of surprise over the possibility of him pushing her, well, he'd feign hurt and say that he'd never do that. You know, like a liar.)
"Heyy, Misty, maybe ya should ask for a piggyback ride," he snickered, sending her a fanged smile. "It'd be really tragic if ya got lost in the snow, don'tcha think?
When she denied the offer for tea, he simply shrugged. Well, her loss. It wasn't even his tea so he didn't care.
Lemy perked up Rin's correction, opening his mouth to reply in amazement (damn, why couldn't they have a volcano?) then closing it at Mistrim's panic. Oh man, she looked like a rolly-polly. He snickered, tail lashing behind him. "Heey! You didn't mumble this time!" He cheered, clapping his paws together like an asshole. "Sorry, sorry! Won't do that again, pinky-promise! Cross my heart and hope to die 'n all that." Unfortunately for Mistrim, Lemy had long since added 'liar' to his repertoire of skills.
He watched as Mistrim approached Rin, snorting to himself when he noticed she seemed to be shying away from him. Pity. After a few seconds of observation, he stretched and followed after them at a languid pace. His amusement grew as Mistrim's steps morphed into hops, an image of a rabbit popping into his mind. (And if Lemy were to ever find out about her lack of surprise over the possibility of him pushing her, well, he'd feign hurt and say that he'd never do that. You know, like a liar.)
"Heyy, Misty, maybe ya should ask for a piggyback ride," he snickered, sending her a fanged smile. "It'd be really tragic if ya got lost in the snow, don'tcha think?