Lieutenant Dwyer

"That's good- for your sake," Glory said. "True, I did, BUT it's a matter of perspective. 6'5, 6'7, either way, you're frigging enormous to me." One giraffe may be 12 feet tall, another 14 feet, but they were both still humungous. "Injury of limb doesn't count, but loss of limb does," She corrected. When she had a good amount of free time on her hands, it'd probably be a good idea to find someone who could regrow their limbs for Leo to borrow the ability from. THEN she wouldn't have to worry about maiming him, at least. She merely rolled her eyes at his sarcasm, but grinned at his next words. "You're like a bag-ass cat," She mused, "but if you're GOING to sneak up on me, totally don't do it in the middle of summer at about noon within about a minute of me going outside." She basically gave him instructions on the best way to surprise a wild Glory in her natural habitat; by using her sensitivity to light against her. "Not likely," She said, "it's like learning to ride a unicycle: difficult at first, but once you have it, it's hard to lose." Glory tended to be like a Golden Retriever in that respect. "Until you throw accent into that mix, then iz and is are the same," She replied. "Ah, but you thought it," She retorted, grinning. "I can't be bought with compliments. You'll have to just hope I either forget or get bored of it." Whichever came first. Probably boredom. "I think you're the only person - alive or otherwise - who thinks like that," she mused, though she rather liked the last part. Okay, she really liked it. She just nodded at his next words- of course it was true, Glory was the one who'd said it. "Wrong- I'll always be here to listen because I enjoy listening and I care about you," She corrected, smiling a little. "You'll see," She said somewhat cryptically, then added, "Nothing bad, I promise." Definitely wasn't a plant, unless one counted cane sugar and possibly vanilla. "Wha-" She started, then heeded his warning and stood. Once she was sure he was able to stand on his own, she led him back the way they came earlier, back to the kitchen. Even in his bonked-noggin state, Glory noticed that his footsteps were practically unnaturally quiet for a guy his size. In the kitchen, she started gathering milk, ice cream, 2 glasses, and a large jar with a lid. She mixed 4 cups of ice cream with 2 cups of milk and shook it very thoroughly for several minutes. Once properly thick and mixed, she poured out the smooth liquid into the glasses and handed one to Leo. "Viola, dopamine in a glass," She said, grinning.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo let out a snort, then shook his head. "You're right, it's a matter of perspective. If I look at you, I may think 'oh, kind of short' and I may guess shorter than you actually are. If someone that was only 2'3 looked at you, they'd think you're massively tall, and guess taller than you actually are. So excuse me for my own perspective." He sniffed indignantly. He hadn't meant to say 5'6, and that was obviously very offensive to her. "You're changing the rules to fit your own words." He huffed. Almost as if being able to read her mind, he narrowed his eyes and hurriedly added, "Before you think anything- I do still feel all the pain that comes along with getting hurt. Even if I found someone with the power to, I don't know, regrow limbs, it would still be painful enough as to where I'd want to die." He stated, the tone in his voice demanding she not try and rip off his limbs if they might grow back. "Offensive to compare me to a cat, but yes. You'd know- years of sneaking around the house to not alert someone from their drunken slumber." Mostly referring to his father. "Mhm. I totally won't do that." Leo suppressed and evil smirk, but the edges of his lips still turned up slightly, and there was a glint in his eyes. He was thinking: [I wonder if my reflexes are faster than her stabbing...] "I sure hope I never lose it." He said, then let out a snort. "You win, Francis Bacon and France is Bacon are clearly different. It doesn't make any sense however, and common sense should suggest that something was off, but I guess since you were young I can give that a break." He grinned. Even at a young age for him, he had always been... well, he had always had common sense. He was never the most knowledgeable, never the strongest, never the tallest (hard to believe), and never the smartest. However, he tended to see, where ever he went, that he had a good amount of common sense at a younger age. Most people didn't. "I banished the thought from my mind a mere second after it got in there!" He protested, making a face. "But I need to use the compliments I just thought up SOMEWHERE. It's not like- OO!" He cut himself off and looked at Mori. "Guess you little pretty thing are being showered with unending compliments today! Be prepared to have your ego boosted." He cooed to the little raptor, scratching her under the chin. "For you, I'll just hope and pray" He flashed a smile. "Well I think a lot of things that not many people agree with. On the other hand, I bet many people have thought nice things about you. Until you tried to kill them or torture them. Then they probably weren't thinking such nice things." He teased. "Stroke of luck that we really met, as in actually talked, when Simara was there. You'd never dare tear any of her slaves apart while she was watching." Leo stifled a laugh. "How can you enjoy listening to stories on how I got the 56 whip mark scars on my back or how I got brutally tortured, hunted down, almost killed, and failed to save my sister, then listen to some sob story about my father screaming at me, me doing nothing, and leaving? How can you even THINK you enjoy that? Even as a lie? Though I do appreciate the caring part, that means a lot." His voice was slightly strained at the first part, but it became more agreeable at the last part. "I don't want to see. I want to know if it'll kill me or not." He grumbled, and her next words didn't reassure him much. "Nothing bad as in no toxic Venom, or nothing bad as in normal person bad?" He added with a snort, starting to follow her. The first ten or so steps, he stayed a couple feet behind her, so when he swayed and almost toppled over, he didn't smack into her. However, he quickly gained his balance and his steps went back to being less 10 tons of bricks smashing into the floor in a thundering crash and more ... nothing. Silent. So quiet you could hear water dripping much farther back in the cave. As they got to the kitchen, he hoped they could just go sit in her room and not move again after they got whatever concoction she was whipping up. He was honestly slightly worried. Once she mixed everything together, he slowly took the glass. Well, it was just milk and ice cream. Worst thing that could happen was a brain freeze. And yes, he had a brain to freeze. He kept switching it from hand to hand, as it was coooold, and took a small almost sip. It was like a milkshake- too thick to drink and too thin to use a spoon. "Why thank you very much, I'm not going to sleep for months after I'm done with this. To brain injuries not healing from lack of rest." He raised the milky white glass, shaking his head as a grin formed on his face.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory grinned and said, "There, now you've got it. I forgive you for being tall." Not what he meant, but that's how she was going to take it. "I am not," She retorted, "I was never not allowed to apologize, that only applied to you." Or maybe she was banned from apologizing and forgot about the exact terms of her own rules. "Hey, I wouldn't intentionally rip off any limbs, it'd be an accident," She huffed indignantly. She gave him a befuddled look and asked, "How is that offensive? Cats are nature's perfect killers, and they're soft and cuddly. But yeah, I would know about that." She also knew that if you were going to choose to be a disrespectful little twat, then you'd better be ready to run like hell. "Good. Thanks for totally not ever trying that," She said. He definitely would -why wouldn't he?- and Glory'd try not to stab him. "Eh, you won't," She said, then frowned. "First of all, I was 5. Second, I grew up in a bilingual household, so while some phrases made no sense, I didn't think much of them. Third, I made common sense common, so don't you dare even suggest I'm lacking in that department." The audacity of him, harrumph. "That's good," Glory said, "but not good enough. Should've been milliseconds." She glanced at Mori and snorted, shaking her head. "I hope you weren't hoping to call me a 'little pretty thing' and get away with it." There were more insults than compliments in that phrase, as Glory'd rather not be called 'little' or a 'thing'. "And just hope it's enough," She said, then thought for a moment. "So... uhh... nobody? I'm pretty sure the nicest thing anyone's ever thought about me -excluding you- was along the lines of 'wow, she didn't try to rip out my throat today. How considerate!' or 'Huh, she was actually somewhat civil.'" Given that Glory was generally rude to most people, especially ones she didn't care to know, not many had a very good opinion of her. "Ayup, you got really lucky," She said, grinning slyly. "I'm sure most normal humans consider that a 'sob story', but I for one do not. My kind calls that 'epic tales of past battles', regardless of whether they were won or lost," She said, tilting her head slightly. "It won't, I swear," She assured him. "Uh, normal person bad, for once." She was starting to learn to use Normal-Speak instead of Glory-Speak, so yay for that. As they walked, Glory was confirmed in her comparison- he was like a big-ass cat. She chuckled and said, "You're welcome. But... it's just sugar, I promise I didn't put crack in it, so you'll probably -or rather, may- be able to sleep." More like hopefully, but eh, that's what tranquilizers are for. She mirrored his movement and said, "To a lack of rest in general." 1am milkshakes- gotta love 'em. Hopefully Cook wouldn't notice that there was less milk and ice cream. H

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo stared at her for a moment before huffing. "I don't need to be forgiven for being tall." He grumbled, then let out a snort. "Hypocrite." He smirked, his joking tone obvious. "Not intentionally- makes it so much better! Accidentally ripping my arm off is definitely not as bad as intentionally ripping it off. Not like it'll STILL RIP MY ARM OFF." He snorted sarcastically, looking just as indignant. "Cats are that, but they are also manipulative little killers that don't care about anyone but themselves." He pointed out with a frown. "Plus I don't want to be seen as 'soft and cuddly' especially when sneaking up on someone I want to kill. Cough, Corrupted." He added. "You're welcome for totally not ever trying that." Leo grinned a bit evilly. "Okay, Sheesh, fine. Anyone would've made that mistake." He waved his hand. Not something worth arguing over. Pick your fights. Even jokingly sarcastic ones. "And I would never suggest you were lacking in anything." He smiled. [Not even murderous intent.] The afterthought made his smile grow a little more. As she spoke, his eyebrows flew up. "Ha! No, that one was reserved specifically for Mori. The compliments I had for you were designed not to get me killed." He answered cheerily. "Aw shuckleberries, that's not trueeee...." He trailed off. It very well could be. "Eh, at least you have me for your emotional support and ego inflating bank." He grinned, absent mindedly stroking Mori's thin feathery skin. "I like your kind. Epic tales of past battles does sound better than sob stories." His mind was a bit relieved that's what she called em. "Also good. I don't need to die today." Leo scoffed as she said she didn't put crack in it- that was good! Super good! Now he was REALLY WORRIED ABOUT HIS SAFETY. "I have sleep inducing plants ready to be used. I'll just use those." He commented, more to himself, before gesturing back. "We should go back to your room. I need to sit down." Admitting that he needed to sit translated into: if he didn't sit down he might fall over and his head was hurting enough as to where he wasn't quite seeing straight anymore. He took a big gulp of the sugary concoction, let himself get mild brain freeze, and hoped he didn't die.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Then why'd you say 'excuse me for my own perspective' as though it was something to be forgiven?" Glory shot back, grinning, then huffed, "Am not." Am too, actually. Sometimes. "That's why you have 2- one's a spare!" She said, a little too cheerfully, as though she may actually rip his 'spare' arm off. "You've never had a cat, have you?" She asked, amused. Her mother had a cat, who then became Glory's after she died. Glory just called it Piseag, 'kitty' in Scots Gaelic. It was pronounced 'Pee-shak', which made the phrase 'I have a piseag' far funnier than it should be. Piseag was a good little cat, he liked to sleep in Glory's bed and bring her dead birds. How thoughtful. "But it's fine if I see you as soft and cuddly?" Technically, he'd be sneaking up on her without the intention to kill, so she was absolutely going to take it that way. "Yup, how sweet of you," She said, "It totally doesn't work best at the west exit at about 2pm." It did. That was when the sun was really in a fighting mood, and Glory hated it for that. "Yes, they would," She agreed, "Thanks for acknowledging that I'm right." Oh, how she so liked to be right. "Aw, gee thanks. In that case, I admit that you do indeed possess a functional brain," She said, grinning. "Ooh, tough, since most invoke a violent reaction," Her smile turned almost dangerously mischievous. "It is true," She said, then struggled to continue without laughing, "but more importantly, what in the ever-loving fuck is a shuckleberry?" A made-up word, that's what, but she wanted to hear whatever whack explanation he had for it. "Like I need any ego-inflating," She said, "but thank you." Her ego was big enough already. If anything, she needed to be humbled. "It does, doesn't it? Way cooler," She said. As long as one could make a story sound cool -without changing the details - it didn't matter whether you won or lost. "Die? It'd take about 6 grams of the stuff to kill me, easily double that for you," She said, shaking her head. "Besides, do you know how much that'd cost me?" 20 grams, enough to kill both of them, would cost anywhere from 2-3 thousand. (Modern price, obviously. My poor search history xD) No, thank you. "Sooo... you'd fight drugs with... drugs?" She asked. Sounded logical. Totally. "Sure," She said, "This way." The jar she'd milkshakened in(new phrase I invented lol) would be fine sitting out. Cook may see it before she had a chance to come back and clean everything up, but oh well. Not like he could trace it back to Glory and Leo. She led him back to her room and sat down on the pile of blankets. She glanced down at her milkshake and had a sudden and terrible idea. "How much you wanna bet that I can chug this whole thing and not get a brain freeze?" She asked, grinning mischievously. Chug the whole thing? Probably. The brain freeze part? Not so likely. That didn't mean she wouldn't try, though.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"It was sarcastic!" Leo protested. "Are too. But you already knew that." He smirked, being able to tell from her expression that she did believe it- at least every once in a while. "Pff- make sure to rip off my right one, then. I'm not ambidextrous." He snorted. If he had to resign to one arm being ripped off, then it'd half to be his not dominant arm. Otherwise he'd suck at swordfighting. "Actually, I have. An evil little monster. He showed up randomly one day on our doorstep, and my father decided to bring the little guy in. I don't know why. Immediately, my 6 year old brain thought friend, pet, something that wouldn't judge me at every turn. Then that evil little bastard took one look at me, hissed, and stalked away with its tail up. 4 years later it was very certain my father loved it much more than me, and 3 years after that the wretched animal drowned. I laughed very hard that day." He explained, scowling. "So I would love, just LOVE to meet a cat like how you described yours. A kind, approachable cat that might actually purr when you scratch it under the chin. Like Mori! She appreciates my kind gestures." He huffed, though glanced fondly at the little animal, who had chirped quietly at the sound of her name and looked up at him. At her next words he fell silent for a couple seconds, thinking. "You've already saved my life multiple times and manage to be around me for more than three seconds without seeming to want to commit murder or suicide, so I don't really care as much. Plus, if you take me for granted, it's much easier to win in a fight with you." He grinned at the end. "Just another battle tactic- make your enemy think you are weaker than you really are. I do not prefer it, as it is quite hard to convince people I am not dangerous or strong or a threat in any way. Most people, anyway. I prefer scaring people so much they decide to just not fight. On that note, I can TOTALLY pull off soft and cuddly if I want to." He added a small, resilient huff to his words, to emphasize that he could pull off any personality he wanted. "Thank you for the information that I will not use." He smiled, sweetly, innocently. "I know you love to be right, so you're welcome." He nodded, then smiled widely. "AWWWW thanksssss!! That's the sweetest thing you've EVER said to me!" He half squealed and half chirped, over exaggerating his happy state. "Most. I can give compliments in Glory-Speak, too." His own smile turned just as mischevious and mysterious. At her next words, he muffled a choking laugh, regaining his bearing quickly and swallowing a snort. "Huckleberry Finn always says 'Aw shucks', so I combined it into the word 'aw shuckleberries'. I save it for special occasions." He chuckled. "You don't, but I could help." There was a big chance he had way more things to poke holes in her ego, but he would wait for an opportune time to use those. "Waaay cooler." Leo agreed, then laughed. "Well thanks for the drug expertise, I'm only a little concerned at how you know that. And yes, I do." He winced with those words. He had known too, but that was obviously a much darker path that he had tripped upon and just barely dragged himself out of. "Exactly! If you can't beat em, join em." He said cheerfully, following her back through the twisting maze and out towards her room. After they entered, he plopped down almost as quickly as he fell, gritting his teeth at the sudden pain. Mori let out a chirp of concern, wiggling around before continuing her vibrating purr. It seemed to resonate throughout his entire chest and force his heart to beat with it. Weird. As Glory spoke, he slowly looked over, his face twisting into a smile. "I bet you can chug the whole thing, but there's no way you won't get a brainfreeze. Or a sugar rush." He teased, sipping some more out and relishing the flavor.

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Doesn't matter- you still said it," Glory argued rather cheerfully. "Pfft, fake news," She said. Darn it, he was right all too frequently. "Noted," She said, smirking. "Though technically I said 'limb', not 'arm', so uhh... just in case- which foot do you write with?" That was the most random way she could've asked which leg he relied on more, but that was Glory-Speak for you. "Okay, first of all, no cat is evil. They just have really high standards," She said, "Second, Piseag was a VERY good cat. Third, shame on you for laughing. " There was a certain scolding finality to her voice that was almost like a mother admonishing her child. "Soooo... I'm allowed to think you're soft and cuddly just because you can't convince me otherwise?" She asked, grinning. "Of course you won't. It's of no use to you, anyway," She said, smiling somewhat sweetly. "Hey, it's better to be right than wrong," She said, and, well, she wasn't wrong. "Nah, it's the sweetest thing I've said in Normal-Speak," She said, "I'm actually very nice in Glory-Speak." That was true mainly because she made the rules of her own language. To most people, on a 1-10 scale, 7 was roughly average. In Glory-Speak, 4 was average. 7 was very good, and 10 was unheard of. Thus backhanded compliments in Normal-Speak were regular compliments in Glory-Speak. "You mean reverse insults," Glory corrected, grinning. The first thing out of her mouth before her brain could stop it was, "I didn't know you could read." Though he did sort of seem like he'd read Mark Twain. This was followed by, "If you need a better phrase, might I recommend 'shit on toast'?" The peak of Glory-Speak right there, folks. Shit on toast. Or shit on a shingle, whichever tickles your fancy. "Did you just confirm my overgrown ego and then offer to make it worse?" He very much had, if Glory wasn't mistaken. Huh. She'd have expected more threatening to put her ego in check. She opened her mouth to say something, then froze, clamping her jaw shut before she could say anything incriminating. She looked at Leo almost like a deer in the headlights. It felt as though she was a burglar who just caught another criminal in some random idiot's house at night. Knowledge is power; France is bacon, right? Just more things to know. Plus, when you eavesdrop on people at random in the dead of night, you tend to learn some pretty random things. Like how much a gram of coke goes for. No comment on whether or not she'd tried it though. Not like you could pry that information out of her with the most diabolical, dastardly torture methods. "Ahh, fight fire with fire! Eventually fire overpowers fire, so you win. It's almost like playing chess against yourself," Glory said. You both win and lose. Mori's happy purring reminded her of Piseag's purring in a way. "In that case, I'll just have to prove you wrong," She said, and tipped her glass back and chugged as if her life depended on it. She got about halfway through before succumbing to the cold liquid and had to stop. She set the glass down next to her flopped down on her back, and groaned, "Fuuuuuck that's cold." Didn't chug the whole thing and still wound up with brain freeze. Weak.

(I just started school today and I am DYING- no, really, I'm trying to help my younger brother and sister while wrestling with my own college courses and I just got back from another horse show (_{life is hard}).

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"Does too matter." Leo huffed, and smiled sweetly. "Your pfft tells me that I was riiiight." He sounded altogether far too happy and cheery. "I write with my left foot, duh! You had a 50% chancve of guessing right and you didn't even guess. Shame on you." He scoffed, shaking his head. It was true, though. He was left-eye dominant, left hand dominant, and left foot dominant. Helpful, to say the least. His sister was left eye, right hand, and left foot, and she had to battle using her left hand for most weapons because it was easier for her dominant eye and foot. "Teufel was." He disagreed fully, his tone slate dry. "I'm sure your cat- won't even try to pronounce the name- WAS a very good cat. I just have yet to meet one." He sniffed, then rolled his eyes. "Teufel was just as his name suggests." Leo hissed, frowning as he remembered the annoying little twerp of a cat. "That is not true- I could convince you otherwise! However, even I have to admit I CAN be clingy sometimes when I get attatched, so it's not the worst thing in the world if you see me as soft and cuddly SOME of the time. However again, I can be a TERRIFYING HELL RAISING MONSTER when need be and you should KNOW that as you have fought with me in battle." He put emphasis on the terrifying hell raising monster part and barely mumbled the clingy part, but eh. He was trying quite hard to defend himself when, really, it was impossible. "Being right is better than being wrong, I can agree with that. Of course, the fact that you can't admit when you're wrong really helps with that for you, right?" He rolled his eyes. "And I was referring to using normal speak. In Glory speak, just not killing me is quite nice of you." He snorted. "Obviously reverse insults, and yes I can read. Big shock. I can ONLY read when I want to though, so don't try to stuff information into my brain using ink and paper. It won't register." Leo grinned, definitely amused this time. He remembered, as he was reading, that was the first thing that came to mind. Aw shuckleberries. "I prefer shit on a shingle, as that sounds better to me." He mused. It was true. "I did." He confirmed with a faint smile. "Probably a dumb idea, but doesn't that describe me?" He added with a more evil grin. "Exactly to the second power! That is what I was thinking in the finest. I'm glad you understand. Ice and fire, no one is garunteed to win, but play against yourself, and you'll always win." He smirked. As she started chugging the sweet liquid, he muffled a laugh, but broke out in laughing as soon as she didn't finish it, for one, and seemed to get a brainfreeze, for two. Mori woke up with his laughing, and after an annoyed glance to him, looked to Glory. As if she realized what was happening, the little raptor wiggled her tail and chirped happily. "Even Mori is laughing at you." He grinned. "Even a gumless little harmless baby could beat you right now." Leo teased mercilessly.

(That's such a mood lmao. I'm the middle child, yet somehow I still end up helping both my siblings xD)

Lieutenant Dwyer

'Nuh-uh," She huffed. "My pffft is a skilled liar, thankyouverymuch." Or rather, Glory was a skilled liar, but that wasn't inportant. "Nooo, shame on you for not being ambidextrious at all- you got a pair of feet and a pair of hands and still only use one each," She retorted. That was only functioning at half capacity. If one simply trains the non-dominant limb, then they can be used evenly. Glory could write quite well with both hands, but writing left-handed smudged the ink terribly. "Wrong- you have yet to have met a cat with low standards," She said, frowning every so slightly. "Teufel..." She thought for a moment, "Devil?" The cat probably was just trying to live up to its name. If it was called 'Sunshine' or 'Perfect Little Angel', it'd likely have been nicer. "Okay, how about I think of you as a 'Terrifying hell rasing monster' sometimes, and soft and cuddly most of the time?" She offered, grinning. Truthfully, she could relate to the clingy part. Her solution? Just don't get attatched to anyone, easy-peasy! And, well, usually it was. "It's not that I can't admit when I'm wrong," She said, "it's that I'm almost always right." Okay, maybe 65% of the time, but eh, who cares? "Very true. And the fact that I haven't even tried says a lot," She said. She hadn't pushed him down a flight of stairs, hadn't stabbed him, hadn't put rocks in the pillow she'd whacked him with, hadn't spiked his milksake, the list was endless. "I wouldn't- my methods involve more fist-to-face combat- my fist to your face," She said, grinning. If someone didn't want to learn something, Glory was the person to ask to beat the information into them. She snorted and said, "Even better is 'shit fire and save matches." The visual it brought about was hilarious. "Oh, lovely," She said, "And yes, it does." She snorted and shook her head, saying, "That's why people fight fire with water, not ice." Ice usually didn't flow, or, y'know, fall from the sky. Unless it was snowing, but it generally rained more than it snowed. "Oh, dùin do bheul," She grumbled without moving from her spot on the floor. Shut your mouth. doon do vɛul. "Toothless, not gumless. Mori has gums," She corrected. It felt like someone opened up her face and poked her brain with a cold, dead finger.

(I'm the eldest, so it was in the job description that I never got to see :D xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Your pfffft is obviously NOT a very skilled liar as I have rooted out its lies." Leo retorted, then huffed. "I never said I wasn't ambidextrous at ALL. I just can't eat and write legibly with my right hand- I can with my foot, though. I can do everything else!" A mischevious but.. scarily truthful smile came onto his face. It usually never got to this point in the conversation with most people, but when it did, the looks of confusion and horror made them not ask the forbidden question. Believe it or not, he could indeed write and eat with both feet. A Skill he had picked up when at the concentration camp, as one of the torture methods was leaving their hands chained and giving them food. They had to figure out how to eat it and not starve. After about 4 weeks of not eating, Leo decided he'd rather die of disease than starvation and learned how to eat with his feet. Rare skill that was almost NEVER useful. "I wish you could've met Teufel. You would realize how Un cat like the little monster was." He snorted. "Yes, devil. Mind you, the name was given over a year after he stayed, by me. My father didn't care enough for a name." He pointed out, frowning at the thought of his smug faced tormentor. "I could settle for that. I guess I do look like a bear but have more the personality of a messed up teddy bear." He mumbled, thinking. He was an easy going person most of the time, relied on humor for everything, rarely got actually angry.. although he did get irritated at times... and would much prefer talking things out than fighting. On the other hand, there was a big red button in his mind, and once it was pressed, he went into terrifying hell raising monster mode. Glowering scowls, dragon form, fighting like there's no tomorrow, bloodshed, torture, etc. He then burst out in laughter. "Funniest thing you've said all week! Are you trying to make jokes or do they just come about naturally? Emphasis on the almost, I presume?" He grinned. "It does say a lot. I commend you for that." Physically, she'd been quite kind. He had only gotten a couple possible life threatening wounds from her. "As opposed to what? My fist to my face? Your face to my fist? Your face to your fist?" He scoffed sarcastically. "Shit fire and save matches it is." Leo smiled. What a great new term to use. "Water, ice, doesn't matter. You can still lose fighting fire with water, but you will always win fighting fire with fire. If you own both sides, then there is no losing." He reiterated. At the use of her words, he vaguely remembered the phrase, guessed she had used it before on him, and translated it pretty close to what it actually meant. "You're going to be brainless if you drink it like that again." He shot back with a teasing grin, stroking Mori's snout with a single finger. As much as he'd love to keep the conversation going, the weeks without real sleep seemed to be catching up with him, and the sugary concoction was almost making his drowsiness worse. The wound didn't help, either. Because of this, Leo resolved to try and get some sleep. "Killing the mood, but if I don't let my eyes close I will probably never be able to open them again." After he said this, he downed the entire glass of milky ice cream, and he hadn't had much, so it was almost full. Shaking his head and pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he narrowly avoided a brain freeze, though his eyeballs did feel like they were incased in ice. "That's how you do it. Let me suffer in pain for a moment." He commented, squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing. Damn, that was WORSE than a brain freeze. After this, he half flopped half fell on his back, staring at the ceiling.

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(I have two things that I want to slide in this night- obviously another traumatic experience, but also a small little tidbit about Mori, so that's why I'm speeding this up slightly)