damn right
03-14-2015, 09:32 PM
"I wouldn't say no to a rematch... but that's not why." He would be lying if he said he wasn't a tiny bit disappointed that she wasn't there to jump his bones. She was actually rather quick to set him straight, which struck Valen as odd. Made him slightly uneasy too although he hid his reservations behind a carefully cultivated facade. He preferred the other Cascade, the one who made it easy to not think, not the serious one he suspected he was dealing with. Her next statement drew a tame smile and a soft snort from him, but he made no comment. He was content to let her say her piece; to wait until he knew why he had been called. "Couldn't really think of a better way to apologize. This seemed better than bringing you a gopher or something." And there it was. Surprise lit up his face, his browspots shooting heavenward again. Out of all the things he might have guessed were the reason behind calling him, that one hung very, very low on the list. “I...” I what? Come on dummy, speak! “...have to agree. A coyote is a much better gift than a gopher.” Stupid. Stalling. Get on with it. Problem was that he wasn't entirely sure how to continue. To do so would mean he had to face several facts that he had been pointedly ignoring, facts that let him go on living as if nothing had happened. Facts that kept his life comfortable and the same (well, almost) as it had been before Rhythm's capture. Valen's ears fell flat and his gaze darted away to take in the distance. Everything about the situation was complicated. “I accept your apology,” he said simply. His gaze returned and he searched for eye contact. “But...I don't think that quite brings us back to where we were before, you know?” “” |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.