Pest Problem

Swara Lannock's tail lashed back and forth behind him slowly as he unknowingly drew that rough, pink tongue across his dark hued lips. Battered and nicked ears flicked at the voices that rose up from below, listening intently to what he could catch of the conversation as he continued to keep that unflinching stare of rust colored eyes fixed on Guin. He wondered for a moment about her reaction if she would spot him perched up here...he wasn't trying to hide any longer. Spotted fingers drifted to his belt again to pull out another small object, this time dropping it straight down below him where it would land with a dull crack. His head tilting to one side curiously.

 

Sebastian Ricks tilts his head. "They're the rooster crowing on top of the dungheap, bonita. Or they think they are. Makes them want to strut. Not surprised they're visiting the church. From what I know of the UAC, they don't like it when their playthings get away. Or forget their place." The soft clatter behind him makes him turn. He glances at the floor, then casually lifts his eyes to the balcony above. "Oh look, bonita," he drawls. "A furry cockroach."

 

Guinevere Fouroux's lips twist in a dry smile, rather enjoying the image of UAC soldiers as preening roosters... she only wishes they were so powerless. "Nothing but bullies," she mutters, but before she can say anything else something drops to the carpet behind him. Her eyes drop, brow furrowing, and she steps closer to it as she sees Bastian look up. Crouching, she reaches out with tentative fingers, then draws back sharply. "It's a bone," she whispers, then follows his gaze. Her breath catches. White... white and gray, and it's all she remembers. Everything and nothing. She stumbles back, back to her feet, eyes on the balcony. "I think... " She swallows, and blinks rapidly. "I think that's him... "

 

Sebastian Ricks steps past Guin. He rolls the bone toward him with his boot, then crouches with absent grace to pick it up. "Finger bone," he clarifies. It vanishes into his pocket as if it had never been. "The one who bit you?" he asks, cocking his head to eye the cat perched over their heads. With a cold, bright grin, he straightens and gives the cat a mocking wave. "Hey there, ese. Back for seconds?"

 

Swara Lannock's mouth drew into a wide wolfish grin as she looked up, two thick carnivorous fangs peeking out from beneath his upper lip, not the type of fangs you would expect on a neko, these were made distinctly big cat incisors. His tail swayed wildly, enough so that the tip would be seen swinging up from behind the low wall he perched on. It was apparent he gained far too much amusement from the woman's reaction. He watched with curious eyes as the finger bone was scooped up and deposited away like some trinket..his trinket to be exact. "You smell, delicious...ape" he murred in a playful, yet dangerous tone. The male's words didn't go unheard, he just chose to let them go unanswered for now.

 

Sebastian Ricks folds his arms over his chest in a flutter of black lace cuffs. "Eh, bonita, what are you gonna do? Like being chased down by a rabid dog, hey?" He watches the cat with a sly smile. "Just a dumb animal. Don't know no better."

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