painted-rabbit:
♗; Not caring whether another person slowly their own person seemed like a very charming trait, indeed. It was not surprising the Duchess had few friends. ”Why, you should already know. Wonderland is standing still. There is only one errand left to run.” An errand that was his responsibility entirely. “Finding and guiding the new Alice.”
“Alice?” He hated Alice. But that was his own business. Well I can see you’re very busy with… Alice. Good work.” he was being sarcastic since there was no Alice with him. Brilliant job, rabbit. Maybe you should step up your game a little.
painted-rabbit:
♗; Whatever he had done to receive such praise, the rabbit didn’t quite understand — but he was in no position to complain. Not any longer. Still, it was hard for him to say what the Duchess was trying to accomplish. Bibwit was merely a servant carrying out orders from another. It didn’t matter to him whether he was liked or not. “How pleasant,” he remarked, cocking an eyebrow.
He simply liked that the other didnt care if he smoked or not. That was really all there was to it. “So then, rabbit,” he called again, leaning back and drawing the filter away from his lips with his left hand. “Tell me, what errand am I interrupting this time with out little chat?”
chat-sans-sourire:
speak-roughly:
“Not to sound like a certain annoying bunch but… have you ever gone that far with anyone?” It was just a curiosity, really. “Because you tend to send mixed signals from time to time.”
♘ * ”Not all the way but I had some close calls, I suppose you could say.” He shrugged, “But I do suppose that it would be easier for me to sleep with a man than a woman. At least I know how everything works down there for my own sex.”
He’s not going to linger on that, he tells himself. “Women are too complicated,” he passes off, turning his gaze away. Though he did cross his arms over his chest after looking to see his pack of cigarettes was empty now.
chat-sans-sourire:
speak-roughly:
Aaaand the unlit cigarette fell from his lips. Damn it, compose yourself, Leo. “Shut up. Like you’d ever. All you do is tease.”
♘ * ”In case you hadn’t noticed, I am not one to be at all so sexually active.” The cat mused almost idly as he picked up the unlit cigarette and tossed it out the window.
”Not exactly my fault. I could be straight for all I know.”
“Not to sound like a certain annoying bunch but… have you ever gone that far with anyone?” It was just a curiosity, really. “Because you tend to send mixed signals from time to time.”
painted-rabbit:
♗; “Really, with all respect, Duchess— I don’t have time for this nonsense. What that cat does is none of my business and I believe that I have not once mentioned your smoking, so trying to repel me with this toxic smoke of yours was completely unnecessary. If you have to vent your frustration, of whatever kind it might be, please leave me out of it.”
He couldnt help the slight lift to his lips. Sure the rabbit was being rude in his words, but Leonardo didnt quite care so much about that as he cared about the message of the answer given. “Now that’s an answer I’m willing to accept. I like you, rabbit.”
chat-sans-sourire:
speak-roughly:
“What? You want me to be more flexible.” Leo dont.
♘ * ”Well there are positions which require flexibility for deeper penetration.” Two can play at that game.
Aaaand the unlit cigarette fell from his lips. Damn it, compose yourself, Leo. “Shut up. Like you’d ever. All you do is tease.”
painted-rabbit:
speak-roughly:
“Everyone seems to complain about my habits as it is, why not give them reason to?”
♗; “I have no recollection of complaining about your habits whatsoever, Duchess. You act childishly on your own assumptions.”
“What’s so childish about smoking? Chesh wont let me smoke if he’s around. He complains about the smell and says I’m poisoning myself. I figure if anyone else wishes to stop me, they can be driven off by a cloud of ‘toxic smoke’ for all I care.”
chat-sans-sourire:
speak-roughly:
“You know I cant help it - it’s my stress relief. What else do you expect me to do?”
♘ * ”Try yoga. Less poisonous.”
“What? You want me to be more flexible.” Leo dont.
chat-sans-sourire:
speak-roughly:
“Tch,” So says the cat, “So you do after being gone all day, but you dont hear me complaining.” Actually that was a lie - he didnt mind the smell of sweat lingering on him, but that was a private opinion.
♘ * ”I can take a shower and rid of the scent. That shit however sticks to your clothing for weeks at a time.”
“You know I cant help it - it’s my stress relief. What else do you expect me to do?”
