Loki the cat looked at KuroKuro as he sat beside Shade.
He simply ignored the cat
Willow sits down besides Noros. "hello."
“Hello”, he replied; looking up from his paperwork for a second at Willow then looked back down at it. “Are you feeling better?”, he asked as he signed his signature.
(OCC: I should change my status into I like being extra lol)
(OCC: I should change my status into I like being extra lol)
(lol)
Willow nods. "yeah, sorry about that.... having a childhood like that then becoming a demon and being hated by humans can really take a toll on one's mental health."
Willow nods. "yeah, sorry about that.... having a childhood like that then becoming a demon and being hated by humans can really take a toll on one's mental health."
"Life just likes gamble on your luck. It's something that Jolene says often", he says, "Many have dark pasts, most cover it up and there are some that don't let it get to them."
He silently stared out a window, clearly bored
Gorogoth Rilynath wrote:
His smile faded once he felt eyes upon him and his brother. He would cast glances at them until he heard the voice of the German woman. Her voice, her existence, her face, and even the air she breathed disgusted him. His fingers curled around the handle of his axe.
“Oi, urod, didn’t they teach you it’s rude to stare.” Her accent was…clearly not German, but Russian.
He looked over at smolensk and back out the window
Smolensk wrote:
Gorogoth Rilynath wrote:
His smile faded once he felt eyes upon him and his brother. He would cast glances at them until he heard the voice of the German woman. Her voice, her existence, her face, and even the air she breathed disgusted him. His fingers curled around the handle of his axe.
“Oi, urod, didn’t they teach you it’s rude to stare.” Her accent was…clearly not German, but Russian.
"Both filth" he spat in his gravely voice. His grip tightened on his axe.
"Getting into fights over people's ethnicity is quite silly, isn't it?", he looked up from his paperwork and his smile was bitter and sharp like the edge of a diamond.
Insert a cigarette puff, because Smolensk couldn’t give two ships. “Do you often attack warships, or do you plan to stand there and do nothing but grip your axe.”
Hearing Smolensk's response to Gorogoth, he goes back to his paperwork and signs some more documents.
He odered a tomato juice
He felt the palpable acrimony and quickly stood up and got between Smolensk and Gorogoth.
His ears perked up as he watched what had been unraveling
"Here goes another fight", he mutters to himself.
Willow sits up. "Im not sure if i should step in to stop it."
“Depending how serious the fight can be”, he says as Loki the cat leaped to sit on Willow’s lap. He looks at her, “Fights can quickly escalate here.”
he just curses under his breath standing up and reaching for his blade
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