05-30-2022, 06:31 PM
A date. Maximilian resisted the sudden urge to narrow his eyes at the word out of confusion and perhaps even a bit of distaste. The reassurance of the phrase being a mere jest was soothing enough, though it wasn't entirely successful in immediately relaxing the body that was stiff for a moment, almost taken aback by it. Was that what she was here for? It couldn't be her motive, could it? Even if it were a joke, was it truly so surface-level? I don't even know you, rang out the thoughts in his mind that he forced down out of respect for Sora, who may very well could have simply said just that: a joke.
Just move on. Please. He had spent so much time, so many brutal nights, to get to where he was now. He needed the sincere company, desperately. He just hoped that he could find that sincerity in her.
Something seemed to seize the dire wolf too, a veil of worry falling upon her that Max had noticed yet refused to acknowledge aloud for the sake of respect. What was stirring within her? Was it in regards to earlier, or was it a general sentiment that she had been feeling lately, pushed away for everyone else's sake? Regardless of whether or not he thought of her as a weak or strong individual, there was no denying that every person in the Enclave — and the world — was carrying, or would be carrying, some sort of personal, emotional baggage. He was among them, unsurprisingly. He understood the burden of an individual struggle, yet he knew that the show must go on eventually — it was best not to be consumed by these thoughts.
He was thoroughly pleased in Sora's once again abrupt change in mood, the dark cloud above her fading away as she addressed the lookout towers he had mentioned earlier. The Alpha could greatly respect being able to bounce back whenever duty called — it was a necessary act at times, especially when there were more vital matters at hand. "I'll keep it in mind," the wolf said, nodding at the other canine's words. "I think we'll be fine for now. Baby steps 'n' all." He agreed with her suggestions wholeheartedly, but at the Enclave's current stage in their existence, it was incredibly rare that they would become a target for enemy clans now. Inevitably, there would be changes as politics evolved and relations shifted, but for now they could seize a particularly peaceful existence.
A hairy fish. A scoff erupted from Maximilian, though his expression was unchanging still, devoid of any semblance of laughter or a smile apart from his snort despite his amusement from her statement. "Is it 'cuz I'm Italian? Y'know, Sora, that's awfully rude of ya," he retorted, his honey-like eyes shimmering bright enough to express his silent laughter. "Ah, well, here's the thing 'bout hairy fish: they don't gotta worry 'bout bein' eaten." At least, I fuckin' hope no one wants to eat a hairy fish.
It was hard to resist now. The muscles tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing...a smile? A genuine smile. A rare reward gifted to those around Maximilian by himself, yet here he was. He had become fully engrossed in their conversation, being called a hairy fish and all. It was so completely, horrifically stupid, and yet...
...he didn't mind it one bit.
Just move on. Please. He had spent so much time, so many brutal nights, to get to where he was now. He needed the sincere company, desperately. He just hoped that he could find that sincerity in her.
Something seemed to seize the dire wolf too, a veil of worry falling upon her that Max had noticed yet refused to acknowledge aloud for the sake of respect. What was stirring within her? Was it in regards to earlier, or was it a general sentiment that she had been feeling lately, pushed away for everyone else's sake? Regardless of whether or not he thought of her as a weak or strong individual, there was no denying that every person in the Enclave — and the world — was carrying, or would be carrying, some sort of personal, emotional baggage. He was among them, unsurprisingly. He understood the burden of an individual struggle, yet he knew that the show must go on eventually — it was best not to be consumed by these thoughts.
He was thoroughly pleased in Sora's once again abrupt change in mood, the dark cloud above her fading away as she addressed the lookout towers he had mentioned earlier. The Alpha could greatly respect being able to bounce back whenever duty called — it was a necessary act at times, especially when there were more vital matters at hand. "I'll keep it in mind," the wolf said, nodding at the other canine's words. "I think we'll be fine for now. Baby steps 'n' all." He agreed with her suggestions wholeheartedly, but at the Enclave's current stage in their existence, it was incredibly rare that they would become a target for enemy clans now. Inevitably, there would be changes as politics evolved and relations shifted, but for now they could seize a particularly peaceful existence.
A hairy fish. A scoff erupted from Maximilian, though his expression was unchanging still, devoid of any semblance of laughter or a smile apart from his snort despite his amusement from her statement. "Is it 'cuz I'm Italian? Y'know, Sora, that's awfully rude of ya," he retorted, his honey-like eyes shimmering bright enough to express his silent laughter. "Ah, well, here's the thing 'bout hairy fish: they don't gotta worry 'bout bein' eaten." At least, I fuckin' hope no one wants to eat a hairy fish.
It was hard to resist now. The muscles tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing...a smile? A genuine smile. A rare reward gifted to those around Maximilian by himself, yet here he was. He had become fully engrossed in their conversation, being called a hairy fish and all. It was so completely, horrifically stupid, and yet...
...he didn't mind it one bit.
[glow=#008040,2,300]where is my mind?[/glow] — ☽
haha rip these goofs