Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Genie smiled at then man who spoke. She'd been aware of him from the moment he'd walked in, just like she was overly aware of everyone in the place currently. If she cared tonlisten, this close after the moon, she could likely pick out heartbeats. The grin might be a bitn full of teeth, at least to her, but it wasn't ill meant. There was still just too much wolf in her eyes and blood right now.
"Peckish is a word for it," she replied with relatively good cheer. "I think I could eat a horse, as the saying goes." She sniffed the air, very much wanting her food now. "Definitely quite short on sleep, though. But someone had to do all the things." She balanced back on the rear legs of her chair.