Post by Zaxal on Mar 4, 2013 21:32:45 GMT -5
Oxask was the perfect picture of innocence, sitting primly in the corner of the kitchens, tail curled up next to him as he lifted his head, watching impassively. As if he hadn't caused enough chaos in the last few minutes.
Oxasar looked guiltily up at the mess they'd caused, the overturned table, the food splattered on the ground, tracked farther because of Oxask's clumsy trudging through their game. The accident had been bringing it here, but Oxasar hadn't meant for it to get that out of hand, holding Oxask's food out of reach until the wher had bowled them over, eliciting a response from the man sitting beside him.
Oxasar looked guiltily at B'nal. They hadn't meant to cause the mess, much less get him involved in this. They brushed a stray lock of hair behind their ear and turned their attention back to the tuber in their hand, dragging the knife over the surface, peeling away the skin and leaving the flesh showing beneath it.
"Sorry," they said, eyes on their work, preferring to keep their eyes on the knife than risk seeing the anger or hurt they'd caused someone else. They glared at Oxask. Oxask glared back. He was innocent. Oxasar had been withholding food. They had no one to blame but themselves.
"Maybe they'll let us go soon."
Oxasar looked guiltily up at the mess they'd caused, the overturned table, the food splattered on the ground, tracked farther because of Oxask's clumsy trudging through their game. The accident had been bringing it here, but Oxasar hadn't meant for it to get that out of hand, holding Oxask's food out of reach until the wher had bowled them over, eliciting a response from the man sitting beside him.
Oxasar looked guiltily at B'nal. They hadn't meant to cause the mess, much less get him involved in this. They brushed a stray lock of hair behind their ear and turned their attention back to the tuber in their hand, dragging the knife over the surface, peeling away the skin and leaving the flesh showing beneath it.
"Sorry," they said, eyes on their work, preferring to keep their eyes on the knife than risk seeing the anger or hurt they'd caused someone else. They glared at Oxask. Oxask glared back. He was innocent. Oxasar had been withholding food. They had no one to blame but themselves.
"Maybe they'll let us go soon."
