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Originally Posted by Nighty
Viana didn't let the short response phase her. If she would have to do the talking then she would, and she would lead the conversation with pride. If he didn't want to talk, than she would make him talk, ine way or another right? She leaned forwards after taking a seat next to him. As she craned forwards, she cocked her head to the side to stare at him. Her pale indigo hues twinkled playfully as she watched him. Not much character that she had gathered so far but she would keep digging. "Is that all I get? The voice, the head, the mouthpiece, the leader of the Dusk Syndicate has nothing more to say?' She asked, her voice high pitched, yet soothing. She was purring, her long white plume tail was curled neatly around her small and dainty paws. Her chest fur was slightly ruffled up, but she took no note of that. "Come on, there has to be something up there in your noggin." She giggled. He had to have something to say..right? |
[I'm sorry, I thought I was the last one to respond for this rp]
Halite bit his tongue at Viana's words. They seemed... too kind? Was that what it was? The tom was used to felines who treated him formally and seriously- after all, that's how he always treated them back (whether they were kits or fighters or the like).
"Uh, yeah, I'm actually thinking about a lot of things right now." His fur was a bit ruffled, obviously in his discomfort. "I have to overwatch everything in this Syndicate, after all."
But that's not very interesting, though. Or worth making conversation with.
"There's nothing very important going on in my personal life..."