[ He's taking in more of the teasing part of that bow, grimacing lightly at Mishka's usual lackadaisical attitude. Still, the fact he actually bothered to apologize shows he at least realizes he fucked up- Mishka's not the type to do anything he didn't feel he had to, and despite for all his annoying quirks, he's nothing if not the type to take responsibility where it counts.
...Perhaps that makes it more annoying, in a way, that he knows he should be perhaps a little less irritable. The warning earns a rather aggravated click of the tongue. ]
And have it spread disease everywhere? I think not. [ Whenever Mishka dies, he has no doubts it would be better to be far, far away, lest all that plague and vermin come flowing out like a raging river once there's nobody to contain it properly. ] I've little interest in putting up with any of your so-called 'little' friends again anytime soon, so perhaps a furnace would be better suited.
[ A knowing jab at a certain someone's heavy avoidance to heat and fire- should have never let him know your weaknesses. He'll get his recompense, certainly, as Solyma demands the balancing of her follower's scales, but he'll save that for when the other looks far less like a rat about to drown in a sea of his own sweat. ]
There's hardly anything presentable about you right now. [ He very well might, as it gets more tempting by the minute. He's going to turn on his heel before he bothers to answer that question, dipping out into the harsh afternoon sun as he expects Mishka to follow. ] And yes. I wager you watch yourself in front of her, as she's been known to dole out punishments and curses at her leisure...perhaps not to the extent of the Blackharbour watch, but she seems to have a firm adoration of anything humiliating for those who cross her.
[ A moment of pause before he stops and turns, regardless of how well (or if at all) the older man has decided to tail after him. ]
And I suggest you keep pace, as I'm not going to carry you should you collapse. My generosity only extends so far.
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...Perhaps that makes it more annoying, in a way, that he knows he should be perhaps a little less irritable. The warning earns a rather aggravated click of the tongue. ]
And have it spread disease everywhere? I think not. [ Whenever Mishka dies, he has no doubts it would be better to be far, far away, lest all that plague and vermin come flowing out like a raging river once there's nobody to contain it properly. ] I've little interest in putting up with any of your so-called 'little' friends again anytime soon, so perhaps a furnace would be better suited.
[ A knowing jab at a certain someone's heavy avoidance to heat and fire- should have never let him know your weaknesses. He'll get his recompense, certainly, as Solyma demands the balancing of her follower's scales, but he'll save that for when the other looks far less like a rat about to drown in a sea of his own sweat. ]
There's hardly anything presentable about you right now. [ He very well might, as it gets more tempting by the minute. He's going to turn on his heel before he bothers to answer that question, dipping out into the harsh afternoon sun as he expects Mishka to follow. ] And yes. I wager you watch yourself in front of her, as she's been known to dole out punishments and curses at her leisure...perhaps not to the extent of the Blackharbour watch, but she seems to have a firm adoration of anything humiliating for those who cross her.
[ A moment of pause before he stops and turns, regardless of how well (or if at all) the older man has decided to tail after him. ]
And I suggest you keep pace, as I'm not going to carry you should you collapse. My generosity only extends so far.