[His voice is a slow sardonic drawl followed by the bark of his laughter, but then he shrugs, shoulders shifting beneath the nondescript black of his 'blending in' clothes-- no Cerberus Unit uniform in evidence tonight. He's here to 'maintain the peace' in the wake of the extra bodies brought in by Harvest Week, yes, but there's no point in causing fear and unwanted attention, despite all that.
His kind-- they're not generally brought out for anything so mundane as rowdy drunks. All this waiting around, it leaves him antsy. Bored.
Still-- much as he'd like to stop and play, create trouble for the RAC for no other reason than the swift ascending animal joy that comes with a fight, it's against his orders, and there are too many people watching for him to get away with that. His Handler, carrying the Dog Bite blade, would put a stop to any extra-curricular activity before he'd even really got started.
And so he turns his back on her. means to walk away.]
no subject
[His voice is a slow sardonic drawl followed by the bark of his laughter, but then he shrugs, shoulders shifting beneath the nondescript black of his 'blending in' clothes-- no Cerberus Unit uniform in evidence tonight. He's here to 'maintain the peace' in the wake of the extra bodies brought in by Harvest Week, yes, but there's no point in causing fear and unwanted attention, despite all that.
His kind-- they're not generally brought out for anything so mundane as rowdy drunks. All this waiting around, it leaves him antsy. Bored.
Still-- much as he'd like to stop and play, create trouble for the RAC for no other reason than the swift ascending animal joy that comes with a fight, it's against his orders, and there are too many people watching for him to get away with that. His Handler, carrying the Dog Bite blade, would put a stop to any extra-curricular activity before he'd even really got started.
And so he turns his back on her. means to walk away.]
Suit yourself, then. Ms King.