could you be loved | p; basilisk
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Join date : 2020-10-01
- Post n°2
The gruff chime of his new leader immediately made his fur rise ever so slightly. He does his best to focus on his herbs, hoping greeting them with silence will encourage them to leave. No luck. He's about to throw back his head dramatically and sigh all-suffering, but he holds back when he hears them speak. "hOHO You need MY help?" smirks the handsome tom, flipping the tuft of fur on his head with utmost satisfaction, "well then since you insist, my dear, he purrs as he turns around, but what he sees on their face isn't begrudging need for assistance...but sincerity. Sincerity is not something he's used to seeing in them. Bass flicks his thick tail, the smug smile falling away. Coughing uncomfortably into his paw, he amends reluctantly, "Ah..well, I suppose I have time on my hands" He puts away the last of the herbs and breaks more of the distance between them to sit before the feline. They'd never been...close by any means, but he wouldn't call them someone he hated or wanted to see suffer. For all their squabbling, they made for a pretty good team at the end of the day, and there was no one Basiliskhiss saw as a better leader than them. Than him really. Still, though he has never-to-be-admitted respect for the enby before him, that didn't mean he wouldn't keep them on their toes with his typical cattiness. "Probably both - I bet the message is treating your medicine cat better, starclan and your subconscious would agree" he mews, rasping a tongue over his perfect chest.
• * ₊ ° 。BASILISKHISS / Life's just one baited snare
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