you're grounded, i'm not

Noir stood up a little taller as she leaned in and questioned him with both words and her body language. The boy wasn’t nervous, but his paws did lift and fall with nervous energy. He wasn’t allowed to do much, and his fighting training had nearly stopped after the fire incident. What would he want in exchange for the kind of freedom she offered? What did he really want? ”Praise.” A facet of his life he highly missed, yeah he did as he was told but that wasn’t enough to garner praise from his mentor or father. He did his job, why should he be treated special? ”Adoration,” intangible objects for his work. ”I want to be fed.” One of he and Theta’s main concerns were surviving by themselves. If he could just fight for their food once they escaped..