Razor's Edge
01-29-2016, 07:33 PM
A voice off to the side made him bristle instinctively. Immediately Basileus straightened and swung his head to the side in search of the speaker. The man was right there - right there! - and far too close for comfort considering how recent Basil's awareness of him was. Had he really been so deep in thought? How could he possibly have missed him! Upon seeing the concerned expression the stranger wore Basileus calmed somewhat. The product of his own inattentiveness or not, he didn't like being snuck up on. Basileus nodded as he licked the water off his whiskers. Did he really look so piteous that he now attracted the sympathy of strangers? That thought chafed at him a little. He did not need or want that kind of attention. As a man he was capable of handling his own troubles. Basil cleared his throat before responding, "Yes, sir. Everything is good." A lie, but what more could he say? Omerta forbade him from speaking of the brotherhood and even if it didn't he doubted this outsider would be too pleased to hear about his plan to kill, no matter how justified. |