Post by rii on Oct 6, 2009 18:32:36 GMT -5
They all wanted him to get up, but Quintresk ignored his clutchsiblings, only responding to the decisions of his bonded. Quintrell, for the most part, ignored the rest of the room as well. He just wanted it all to go away, just keep smiling and they'll never know how much it all upset him and he wished they all would just disappear. Except for Yoalla–it was her voice that seemed to reach him in the end. Making him blink over at her from his supine position on the slightly dirty floor of the room.
Finally the thief sighed, expression going serious for the moment. Her idea sounded a better one than trying to just block the chasers and keep Anz restrained until the run was done and over with. "No firing line." He muttered, flipping back over to his feet and shooting Yoalla a scolding look–he didn't want Yosk hurt either. "Let's.. play.. tag.. "
A glare was shot at the door as it inched inward. Quintrell idly dusted himself off and offered a hand to the harper, expression a bit stern but he said nothing. He didn't wait long to see if the other would take it, but soon moved over to the door to slide the dresser aside. Quintresk smoothly rose and moved off of Anz, padding quietly over to the thief's side. The brown nudged Anzask along the way, tag, you're it. He quietly reassured Anzask that the blue's bonded would be safe, that they could play and later His would be able to join them.
And then the door was opened, and the brown quickly hopped over, tail lightly flicking at the two chasers outside. Quintrell wasn't so kind, his lip curling momentarily into a sneer as he saw the two were male. But, just as quickly, his expression went back to his jovial mask and he ushered with his hands for the whers to leave (mostly Anzask). He snagged Yoalla's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers to make sure she didn't.. run away or something, he wasn't sure, but he didn't want to leave her in that room.
He tugged her out of the room, weaving around M'ta and R'fuin–quickening his stride to get away from the entire ordeal. Because that was Quintrell's response to trouble. Run.
Finally the thief sighed, expression going serious for the moment. Her idea sounded a better one than trying to just block the chasers and keep Anz restrained until the run was done and over with. "No firing line." He muttered, flipping back over to his feet and shooting Yoalla a scolding look–he didn't want Yosk hurt either. "Let's.. play.. tag.. "
A glare was shot at the door as it inched inward. Quintrell idly dusted himself off and offered a hand to the harper, expression a bit stern but he said nothing. He didn't wait long to see if the other would take it, but soon moved over to the door to slide the dresser aside. Quintresk smoothly rose and moved off of Anz, padding quietly over to the thief's side. The brown nudged Anzask along the way, tag, you're it. He quietly reassured Anzask that the blue's bonded would be safe, that they could play and later His would be able to join them.
And then the door was opened, and the brown quickly hopped over, tail lightly flicking at the two chasers outside. Quintrell wasn't so kind, his lip curling momentarily into a sneer as he saw the two were male. But, just as quickly, his expression went back to his jovial mask and he ushered with his hands for the whers to leave (mostly Anzask). He snagged Yoalla's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers to make sure she didn't.. run away or something, he wasn't sure, but he didn't want to leave her in that room.
He tugged her out of the room, weaving around M'ta and R'fuin–quickening his stride to get away from the entire ordeal. Because that was Quintrell's response to trouble. Run.