Chicken (Sparrow) and Pesto

*Pestilence* · 10-04-2020, 02:19 PM

The conversation had taken a turn towards awkward and fast. If Pestilence was at her core a more confident wolf, perhaps she might have taken Sparrow's stuttering jumbled train of thoughts as sign of a stroke or something, but instead she found herself giving into her own anxieties and wondering what was she missing? Was there something on her face? Had rumors spread across Fireside somehow of something? Did this chick know Alarr, had he said something to her that caused the weird reaction? Whatever it might be, Pestilence found her own mind struggling with clarity as much as Sparrow's was.

Introductions fuck, of course. Pestilence was the new member, this bitch was probably some super-high-up-on-the-totem-pole warrior from the look of her. She shouldn't have needed to give her name, Pesto should have already known it. It didn't help that she was an Imperialis, a name she'd heard more than once and knew meant, well, something. Alarr and Tyrian were Imperialis, after all. "Oh fuck."She verbalized. "Yeah, I'm Pesto. Er, Pestilence. Pestilence Klein." Suddenly she wondered if introducing herself as only a Klein could be bad for her, if she was caught intentionally excluding half of her name would eventually someone catch on and call her out on her bullshit? "Actually, Klein-Abraxas. But it's a long story, the Abraxas'..." She trailed off, her words becoming a mumble as she tried furiously to suffocate her speech even while it left her tongue. "Somethin' about sacrifice, I don't know, nevermind." Nice.

The change of topic was something Pesto latched onto, her eyes widening and her head bobbing in agreement. "Yeah, yes! I can come. Handle myself? Psssh, I could handle anyone. I could even handle you." Wait, was that rude? Pesto had no idea how adept a fighter Sparrow was, for all she knew the Imperialis might be able to have her on the ground faster than Tyrian had. "Haha, kidding. Uhm, lead the way." With a gesture of her head she shut her flapping mouth and waited to go on whatever trip Sparrow thought might result in her murder. She'd realized the other girl had asked about her scars, but in the moment had nothing to say in reply. The topic of Toxicity made her outragiously angry and she didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with her packmate.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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