[ Adra scowls, his cheeks (and ears) flushing scarlet. Damn. He hadn't meant to let any of that slip in front of kids. This son of a bitch.
He stalks up to Wukong, hissing low. ]
I'm not the one going for a grope, am I? Why don't you spare a thought for these kids!
[ Not that any of them seem to understand or care about what's going on. They're mostly milling about now, drinking their juice, eating their cookies. If they're interested, it's only in the animal way, the primal draw of conflict that no one of any age can resist.
He's not even going to answer that sass about his cats. ]
no subject
He stalks up to Wukong, hissing low. ]
I'm not the one going for a grope, am I? Why don't you spare a thought for these kids!
[ Not that any of them seem to understand or care about what's going on. They're mostly milling about now, drinking their juice, eating their cookies. If they're interested, it's only in the animal way, the primal draw of conflict that no one of any age can resist.
He's not even going to answer that sass about his cats. ]