( really, they could fight like cats and dogs until time rounded and folded in on itself. he pauses and pivots on one heel to shoot his master a look that could kill, though he doesn't riposte besides a muttered complaint along the lines of, "well of course it barely matters now," considering most of the city has shut its doors to the actions of achamoth happening outside regardless. apart from that, he decides to pick and choose his battles, holding his tongue to keep himself from saying that he might have preferred get a few extra hours of sleep considering he was still recovering from an arrow near the size of a javelin piercing through his shoulder. the bolt had been removed and the wounds sufficiently stitched, so he's on the mend far quicker than a human might have been, but he was still wary of pushing himself to the point of detriment. he's of no use if he's falling apart.
he continues to seethe in narrow-eyed silence, though with a significant ruddier expression after the trailing touch of J's forefinger that marks a path right beneath the line of his jaw. in the end, he summarizes his irritation fairly simply. )
If you keep wagging your tongue like that, I'll tear it out and make it into one.
( grumpy. but perhaps he is just the tiniest bit hangry.
but whatever further hijinks or possible violence their morning might have otherwise strayed into is wiped clear, because it's after this that makoto spots barnaby as he makes his hopeful, shrouded escape. standing on the rooftop and perched at the threshold of a potential altercation, he is more aware than before of his injuries, still on the mend. they are both fortunate, then, that the stranger would be relatively powerless without either the Pleroma or the Kenoma to anchor them. it should be simple enough for them to close in on the traitor like the two jaws of a trap, though too much confidence might allow their quarry just enough leeway to wriggle free...
sure enough, an argument begins to lift from the back of his throat, but J is gone before he has a chance to voice it. his vehemence leaves him in a heaved sigh, and he pauses for a moment to watch, tracking J's figure in the sky and observing the stranger's reaction to both his appearance and the flames that now block his path. it's just when barnaby begins to run in the opposite direction that makoto draws a Doorway and teleports several feet in front of him, drawing a long dagger from a sheath on his thigh and brandishing it directly at the man's chest as he bears closer. on either side of him, huge draconic wings flare out, talons bared, to block his path.
he recognizes him instantly. ) Well, if it isn't Barnaby. Color me surprised.
( his tone of voice reading that he obviously isn't. after seeing how his priorities had aligned their last time they were here, of course he would break before bending in this instance. )
cw vore mention...
he continues to seethe in narrow-eyed silence, though with a significant ruddier expression after the trailing touch of J's forefinger that marks a path right beneath the line of his jaw. in the end, he summarizes his irritation fairly simply. )
If you keep wagging your tongue like that, I'll tear it out and make it into one.
( grumpy. but perhaps he is just the tiniest bit hangry.
but whatever further hijinks or possible violence their morning might have otherwise strayed into is wiped clear, because it's after this that makoto spots barnaby as he makes his hopeful, shrouded escape. standing on the rooftop and perched at the threshold of a potential altercation, he is more aware than before of his injuries, still on the mend. they are both fortunate, then, that the stranger would be relatively powerless without either the Pleroma or the Kenoma to anchor them. it should be simple enough for them to close in on the traitor like the two jaws of a trap, though too much confidence might allow their quarry just enough leeway to wriggle free...
sure enough, an argument begins to lift from the back of his throat, but J is gone before he has a chance to voice it. his vehemence leaves him in a heaved sigh, and he pauses for a moment to watch, tracking J's figure in the sky and observing the stranger's reaction to both his appearance and the flames that now block his path. it's just when barnaby begins to run in the opposite direction that makoto draws a Doorway and teleports several feet in front of him, drawing a long dagger from a sheath on his thigh and brandishing it directly at the man's chest as he bears closer. on either side of him, huge draconic wings flare out, talons bared, to block his path.
he recognizes him instantly. ) Well, if it isn't Barnaby. Color me surprised.
( his tone of voice reading that he obviously isn't. after seeing how his priorities had aligned their last time they were here, of course he would break before bending in this instance. )