Never Feed Him After Midnight
04-15-2018, 06:14 PM
Others might have objected to being referred to as a "small cute thing" but where they saw themselves being diminished and underestimated, Casanova saw an alibi. If he was thought of as a cherubic fuzz bucket, who would suspect him of wickedness? If it came his way he would happily accept a pinched cheek or a pat on the head knowing full well that sooner or later he'd relieve the pincher or patter of their trinkets. The wolf was on his side, it seemed. In response to her words Casanova chortled amicably. "I should think so, milady. Otherwise I doubt I'd be here today." The bird was No Face...or Nobody? How odd, but to each their own. Casanova was sure there was some sort of story behind the bird's unusual names. "The name's Armando Casanova Rossi," he said with a flourish. "And it is a pleasure to meet you both." As for her query... "Indeed," he gushed proudly. Outwardly he exuded nothing but hospitality, but inwardly the wolf's question made him a bit nervous. "Can I help you with something? Anything you need - anything at all! - I'll do my best." All the while keeping a close eye on them. |
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.