rawr bitch
Whatever runs from me. Or hels. Probably hels. Most likely hels. Definitely hels. He'd shrug if he wasn't a feline. Instead he gives a little bow to Belial, content on playing with them. Not that he knows what they are but still. He makes his way over to the little group, as if to line up for the run. Not that he knows what the rules might be.
Ooh, that does sound familiar. The spotted head tilts and he inspects the hound again, You were at the house, weren't you? His shoulder still hurts from that but he's mostly healed at this point. Deimos hadn't been invited in so Locke isn't sure how much he knows. He's not too keen on probing too much thought.
See any ghost whales recently? Always wanted to see one up close. Maybe a change of subject.
Ooh, that does sound familiar. The spotted head tilts and he inspects the hound again, You were at the house, weren't you? His shoulder still hurts from that but he's mostly healed at this point. Deimos hadn't been invited in so Locke isn't sure how much he knows. He's not too keen on probing too much thought.
See any ghost whales recently? Always wanted to see one up close. Maybe a change of subject.
LOCKE
