in the middle of the night
11-19-2014, 10:33 PM
Slinking through the tunnels like a criminal on the run, Valentine's mood was elated. He was rather pleased with himself. It was a rotten thing to do, sure, but he couldn't help the amusement that threatened to lift him off the ground. He ran until he was certain she would never find him, and then he stopped and stood still, ears swiveling to capture the sounds of pursuit. When none reached his ears, he began the process of circling around Rhythm. Coming up behind her, the brute slowed to a snail's pace in the hopes of going undetected. His plan was childish: sneak up behind her and yell 'BOO!' like his life depended on it. Valentine was seconds from doing just that when Rhythm's whispered plea reached his ears. Immediately he deflated, every ounce of mirth leaving him. She'd seemed so confident at the beginning, so sure and unshakeable, that he hadn't even considered this reaction. He'd wanted her to be scared, yes, but not terrified. Dropping the stealth, he moved along the wall to her left in the hopes of coming up beside her. "Wish granted, Miss Rhythm," he rumbled softly. "Speaking" -- "Thinking" |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.