I Hope You're Not A Chicken
He looked at Allen with fire burning in his blue eyes, ear twitching as he sized up the man...non threateningly that is, as he spoke. He was so tired of others judging him because of who he was, like they knew first hand who he was and who he could be. Just because he had a prickly attitude didn't mean he was an asshole...well, okay maybe he was. But it wasn't entirely his fault. He got used to pushing others away after his parents died and his siblings lost, they were the only ones he'd been able to grow close to...he didn't exactly grow up with friends. Allen did have a point though, and Zell would agree with him with a simple slow nod.
"Of course I can." He replied, voice blurting it out as he shut his trap. He could feel another retort coming, but he bit it back. Allen didn't deserve his smart remarks, he was being nice after all. So instead, Zell bit his tongue and took a deep breath to calm himself. He could be polite, it wasn't that hard now was it? Perhaps not, but patience and politeness with him was like pulling teeth. There was almost no pleasing him, at least not unless he trusted someone else, but since when did that ever happen? He stared down at Allen then, ears perked in slight interest as he was offered one last question. His smile was genuine, and in a way it made him relax a little. He didn't have to think long, he already knew what he wanted. "Fighting, definitely. It's...all I know how to do." |
