[duckie]

Originally Posted by ghostwriter

Montag’s good eye was difficult to read—there was a peculiar haze to it, like looking through frosted glass. The image behind them was blurry, clandestine. Montag let out a low, half-amused chuckle.
“Oh, come now—the moral high ground is always a boring spot to camp out at. I draw a few lines—generally right between mildly tolerable and mildly irritating. I think of myself as a civil servant...the only thing worse than rudeness is being downright tedious.” He remarked coolly, with a dangerous smirk and a flick of an ear.

Dionysus
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The tom screwed up his face in such a way as to indicate almost an 'eh' sort of response, "Trust me, I have no place in that high ground you speak of. Like you said, much too boring up there for me."

He, too, let out a light chuckle though this more... drawn out. And as it continued, his voice took on different qualities. When he opened his mouth again, Montag would hear his own voice spoken back to him. "I'd like to think I'm a little more interesting than that." A cheeky tilt of his head as his smile grew into a smirk. His voice once more his own, "Wouldn't you agree?"

[ here's your introduction to my boy's little power :] ]