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Originally Posted by Ever
Though his words did seem like the truth, she didn't feel much relief. She still felt as though he was just being polite, and perhaps he was, perhaps he wasn't. She wouldn't know until the evening they went out to see if he seemed to be enjoying himself or not. Because of this distrust she sat in silence for quite some time after he had finished speaking, considering her options. Or at least that was what she was supposed to be doing, but instead she only felt herself growing more irritated and stuck on her initial read of him. Deep down her anxious side was whispering quickly to her that he didn't like her, that her efforts were futile, that he would never consider her a friend. She wanted to swallow the voices down and let her desired level-headed self take over, but as the heat of the day picked up so did the anxiety.
After a handful of minutes of silent debate and struggling to find some sort of response she abruptly got to her paws. A quick arch in her back for a stretch and she finally glanced back at Arrow, her expression was heavily guarded. "Alright. I'll see you tonight?" She said, preparing to leave to retreat to the cool warrior's den. Perhaps she could catch some rest although this conversation would blur through her head; she was quite tired from last night's adventures after all.
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The brown tabby lowered his head as he spoke, almost as though he were avoiding looking directly at her-- while her uniquely colored hues were fascinating, indeed, they seemed to have a sort of negative spell-like effect on Arrow. Almost as though she were really able to cast a spell with them, even though he understood it was just his fascination. "Absolutely. Meet you back here?" Anyone would have thought he was asking her out by the way his voice sounded and his expression at that moment-- but only for that moment. This was going better then he could have hoped, although he was still wary. What did she want from him? Company was always appreciated in a place like this, but even so... Arrow wasn't sure whether her intentions were good or not. He would keep his guard up. He would be careful. And, under no circumstances, would he turn his back on her... just in case. Here, you didn't turn your back on anyone. Here, you were careful. Thankfully Arrow was not a reckless cat, nor was he technically impolite. After all... being polite would get you places. He had learned that long ago, and now he stuck to it. Even as a young kit, Arrow had hated this place. As a trainee he had hated it more. And as a fighter now, he despised it. If even a young cat could hate the hellhole that was the Dusk Syndicate, it must be an awful place indeed.
(would you rather timeskip to tonight or take a break from Arrow and Ebony?)