keep up, keep up, cause I'm not coming down
Sirius <3
08-03-2021, 09:24 PM
thinking "speech" "others" Evidently even riding the high of a good fight, Sirius was not the type to enjoy uninvited flirting. “My wife and children would protest” the behemoth muttered. A tragedy of epic proportions, truly. Mephistopheles sighed lightly, shrugging his shoulders weakly. The right one was too sore to really give it the proper gusto, but it was the thought that counted. When his attention was drawn to the blood that was steadily trickling down the man's leg from a wound he had evidently reopened, the phoenix grimaced. He wasn't certain if he should feel bad, or shrug it off. Had he been to rough? He didn't believe so, but now he was concerned he ought to apologize. “Perhaps another time, the Missus is already going to be grumpy that I've torn this healing.” he admitted with a little more emotion than his last remark, and that was when Meph genuinely began to feel remorse. “Feel free to look me up for a rematch - I’m the Warlord of the Armada, a pack to the South of here” Sirius added, to which the russet male’s brows shot up. "Warlord? I certainly got a lucky hit in, then." he grunted with a wry smile. "Please extend my apologies to your wife, then, I did not intend to cause any strife with this little brawl." he added with a slight dip of his head in apology. Lifting his gaze to the south, he considered the potential that could be wrought if he opted to extend himself ever so slightly and attempt to smooth over his earlier lapse in flirting with the man. "If you would like, I can escort you to your borders and apologize to your wife myself, and perhaps you can tell me about your Armada. I’ve been meaning to settle somewhere for a while, anyways." he offered, taking the leap that Sirius wasn’t too put off by him at this point. |
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