[versailles]

ICICLEKIT
he/him. 2 moons. frail, long haired pale grey-blue tom with darker accents and white markings with pale blue eyes.
[ lyrebird's lullaby active ]

iciclekit's eyes widen a fraction at the kit's snarling and growling. was this...could skullkit somehow tell that he was lying? about not being able to smell? even so, he doesn't see how something like that could be so offensive and warrant such a nasty attitude. he leans back, settling on his haunches and sweeping his feathery tail over his paws. he figures that retorting and hissing back would only worsen the issue, so he simply looks away.

suddenly, his own paws are very interesting to look at once he hears brokenkit's questions. he sounds worried, in some way - that's how he perceives it, at least. okay, well, there was a problem here, obviously. it seems he needs to adapt to the situation, aka speak more. the horror. the tragedy. at least brokenkit was quick to stand up for him, so there's that.

"..can't control it." he replies in a murmur, voice crackling as it holds the sound of skullkit. but, wait, he can control it. dang it, what's with his mouth?! gah. "fun. you should try." he suggests before his eyes slide to skullkit. wait, they were still on the topic of playing? what is so interesting about playing. maybe..he should try to understand. keyword; try. "..don't know how to play." he admits with a flick of his tail.

[ @Spookez. @Goldkit ]