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Originally Posted by Dipper
"Probably more of a barker," Fawnsqueak conceded in agreement that he wasn't a biter, then cast him a cross between an inquisitive and sly look as he added, "which I'm sure you'd know all about." Mossypaw fit the type, all talk and no bite, but that wasn't necessarily a negative trait to have when he was in hot water with the leader. Biting Lionstar wouldn't get him anywhere.
Fawnsqueak worked with diligence and practiced ease; he'd been doing this for moons, as an apprentice and now as a warrior, but it was never a task that he'd dreaded. There was serenity in this calming work. "Hm?" He blinked, surprised by the sudden swap in direction, but he grinned faintly after a second. Naturally Mossypaw would be the one skipping the pleasantries. "I don't know, man," he replied, shrugging, "but you were over there, and I was over here.. and you weren't doing anything, I needed help-- guess it was just sort of written in the stars, huh?" It was an attempt to convey their interaction was based off circumstance, but that gave him pause. Is... there a reason I shouldn't want to hang out with you?"
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'which I'm sure you'd know all about' Not holding back his eye rolled,
"I'm just going to act like I don't know what you mean." Mossypaw said with his gaze now to the threaded reeds. Fawnsqueak should really watch his mouth before someone scratches that little pretty face of his.
The pile was slowly growing larger and larger by the minute. After a few heartbeats of hearing his clanmates answer the apprentice paused to look at the tom.
"Seriously? Not to snoop or see how I'm dealing after fighting with your best friend , possibly more than that."" Adding under his breath as he started working. Mossypaw was truly one for not using his manners and quite frankly he didn't care about them. It was better than acting like you enjoy your company with a fake smile.