Fightin' Dirty

The kid seemed a bit taken aback which, honestly, Jupiter expected. That was a common reaction to 1) his appearance 2) his mouth or 3) both. Most of the time he liked it. Any attention was good attention. This kid was no exception. She was just too fucking precious and bless her heart, she tried. He reined in his smirk so as not to bruise her little ego too much.

'Too much' meaning he was going to bruise it a little. She was as shit at shit-talking as she was at fishing and he would be doing the world a favor if he took the piss out of her for it and taught her a lesson. He sniffed dispassionately, scratched his chest with a forepaw, then said, "Aw, thanks kid. That's what I aim for. Being pretty like a lady." Yawn. If she riled easily hopefully his lack of genuine hurt would ruffle her feathers a little.

He eyed her speculatively then added, "For real though, kid, you gotta work on that shit or no one's ever gonna take you seriously. Didn't your parents ever teach you how to talk to people? You meet someone who gives you shit you gotta bust them balls otherwise they'll just walk all over you." And have fun at your expense like he was.