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Having finished marking the rock, Chaos gave himself a good hard shake from nose to tail, ears flapping against his head as he did. It wasn't that he wasn't listening to the other male, he was just too clearly relaxed to give the impression of listening very hard. If anything he probably gave the impression most saw in him - a lazy, untrustworthy hoodlum who didn't give a fuck. Some of that was true, and some of it wasn't, but truth was that it could be a useful impression to give sometimes. It wasn't such a bad thing to be underestimated in that way. "I haven't really noticed that brooding does any good," he remarked lazily, throwing himself haphazardly onto a large, comfy looking rock. "Wastes your time and doesn't accomplish anything. Who wants to go through their whole short life just sitting around thinking about all the things that make them upset? Either go out and do something about it, or forget about it. Hell. We live and then we die. No reason to make things more complicated than that eh?"