bug brain

Theta’s ears flattened as she spat the bugs into her bag. She had heard the annoying voice of her younger “sibling”, she would show him who the boss was one day. But that day was not today, taking a deep breath to make sure she didn’t back kick the brat then and there she composed herself. Eyes aimed towards Hannibal “If you’re interested, come find me after the festival.” This meant that she could make her escape now, she had said her piece she just needed to hear his thoughts.

Theta would make her exit, refusing to verbally or physically acknowledge the nuisance that had made itself known. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of going off at him in front of her contact. On her way out she brought her paw down on a cluster of fireflies that were near the ground, flailing around would just ruin her exit.

-exit Theta-