Heave Ho, Thieves and Beggars
04-15-2018, 08:11 PM
Her mouth said one thing and her actions said another, and if she wanted to pretend that she hadn't been within an inch of running, well, that was her business, now wasn't it? If he hadn't been so caught up in being, well, caught he probably would have found her surprise - and her denial - amusing. Couldn't stand the idea of being startled by a little fuzzy creature, could she? How cute. "Indeed I do," he chirped enthusiastically. His expression still affable, Casanova allowed himself to slide down the tin roof a bit so he was a bit closer to the ground. He was still well above the wolf's reach, but their new proximity would hopefully make conversing easier. In response to her second question he shrugged naively. "My favorite thing about the island is the beach." You know, that thing you passed on your way off the island. "There are all sorts of neat critters in the tide pools." No trinkets, though. "But aside from that it's a pretty quiet place. Probably not much for a wolf to do here," he hinted. He watched her - his expression innocent - as she poked around the cabins. He needed to get rid of this mongrel - and fast. Otherwise she was bound to stumble on something interesting. The thought was almost enough to make him reach for the darts. |
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.