Mukuro (corpse_fae) wrote in end_ofall_hope, @ 2008-08-20 19:11:00 |
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Current mood: | apathetic |
[GP] Flawed Design
Mismatched eyes watched the man before him pace the floor in obvious agitation. He was wounded he could tell, despite the absence of any actual injuries or presence of blood. Still that didn't help him much at the moment since it would take the man's death to undo the bindings holding his spirit to this avian flesh.
Shifting his weight on the perch he was tethered to, he turned his head from the muttering warlock to the front of the house. Considering the man's senses outside the ordinary were still hurting from the backlash of his failed theft attempt, it wasn't any real surprise he himself hadn't realized they had company yet. Most likely the owners of whatever the man had attempted to take coming to express their ire over the failed thievery.
Well, far be it for him to give their element of surprise away if they were here to take the man out. He ruffled his feathers gaining the warlock's attention, giving the ranting the man was doing a bland level look. Usually he'd have turned his back on the other by now but the longer he held the ass's attention, the longer he'd no doubt remain ignorant that they had company coming to call on him.