Living Under A Loaded Gun
Jupiter
09-12-2020, 11:03 PM
Jupiter’s words were not reassuring to her. But as she was already in a state of mind that she felt wasn’t on her spin wheel of emotions in many years, there wouldn’t be a change to her outward expression. She kept her gaze at his paws for a good amount of time but when he mentioned he needed to head out, her eyes slowly traced the form of his legs and eventually made it to his face where she wasn’t quick enough to grab his own gaze. She wasn’t completely aware that he just wanted to get the hell away from her because he played in excellent part in being a gentleman in the last few sad seconds of their encounter. "Yeah, sure." she spoke through an almost kind tone which was so unlike her that her voice was almost unrecognizable and if there was anyone she actually knew up to this day in her life they’d know that whatever was going on inside her churn of emotions was the opposite of her everyday lifestyle and honestly what she was feeling was dangerous. She wouldn’t follow him out of the dark, sparkling blue tunnels and instead would draw her optics down at the crushed and whole mushrooms beneath her. She felt a little sad that she was now all alone again, but not enough to draw a tear because “Viper never cried”. And she didn’t. She began to feel anxious but it wouldn’t come out into her physical form other than maybe a couple shivers. She just felt so strongly that she wanted to wash the glowing shroom juice from off her pet. -exit viper- |