She wasn't one to fret over people - not unless there was some sort of social currency involved in the appearance of concern - but her favored mutt seemed all but outwardly agitated as they rounded closer to his branch home. She was sure he'd try to shoo her off, if he hadn't already, but she, like most toxins, was difficult to rid yourself of. He didn't have the effort - nor intent - needed to fully ward her off, so she stuck around like a thorn in the paw of a lion. It brought her infinite wonder to see how much she could needle him between the acts of their play, just far enough to almost barely threaten their fun so the threat, in and of itself, became as exciting; without ever shattering their intermission. She was always just slightly off script, if not in words than action. Nanaka Chikamatsu was simply subtitled wrong.
Her closed caption tonight read: Are you okay, my lord?,
but the slink of her tail said: I can't wait to see this.
There were secrets even Akizuki Shiki was able to keep from the cheshiran cat, with her eyes everywhere and her smile faded not too far behind. She knew very little of his private life, save what the little boy must be like behind the wizard; she surely had her thoughts on that. It's why there was delight beneath the murmur of disquiet, carefully shading the curiosity in runny hazel - like the paint might drip too much like sludge off the easel and reveal all stains beneath. "We'll be quick, yes, my lord? Allow your dutiful attendant," and she'd bow here, as was proper, "to settle up any lingering worries. We're almost out of our fair Suna for a spell, yes? You'll want to say your final farewells, for the moment.
Wouldn't you?" F l i c k.
Her closed caption tonight read: Are you okay, my lord?,
but the slink of her tail said: I can't wait to see this.
There were secrets even Akizuki Shiki was able to keep from the cheshiran cat, with her eyes everywhere and her smile faded not too far behind. She knew very little of his private life, save what the little boy must be like behind the wizard; she surely had her thoughts on that. It's why there was delight beneath the murmur of disquiet, carefully shading the curiosity in runny hazel - like the paint might drip too much like sludge off the easel and reveal all stains beneath. "We'll be quick, yes, my lord? Allow your dutiful attendant," and she'd bow here, as was proper, "to settle up any lingering worries. We're almost out of our fair Suna for a spell, yes? You'll want to say your final farewells, for the moment.
Wouldn't you?" F l i c k.