shadowdancers roleplay | the dog days are over

The Maine Coon snorted slightly at her first remark, though it rolled off his back like water. He could give a shit less if he was an idiot, he was a crazy idiot. He knew that. And y'know what? That's what made life fun, eh? "Haaaarumph." He let out a grunt in reply, sticking his tongue out like a kitten.

Genesis backed up a foot or so to give her space, but she came down like an angel-- right on her feet. "Damn." The large male cocked a brow, though decided against dwelling on it. "Yeah, yeah; hold ya horses, let's wait for a couple members to come by. If not, then it looks like we'll be doing things on our own."

Though, the Ringmaster was getting bored-- real fuckin' fast, y'know? His attention span was short, so hopefully someone would come trotting along rather soon. "Oooohh deal withiit, y'act like you've never been in the wild before. Unless- y'know, you were born someone's bitch?" A smile spread across his face, revealing his crooked teeth once more; was she born as a housepet? Who knows. "We're goin' through the sewer, you chuckle-head."