ConquererMan
Prophet of a Dead God
Antoine listened intently, leaning slightly towards his friend to push away the sounds of the city in distant chaos. He couldn't even imagine what it would have been like to grow up without any family, let alone any sort of real friends. As much as he wanted to say being raised by a single mom was horrible it was nothing compared to what Seri went through. A sense of empathy and pity had grown along side Ante's own selfish emotions, pushing against his own self-pity. They might have been two broken kids, but at least they could understand each other better than most.
"Bad boys are hot," Ante remarked flatly at first, smirking and chuckling a moment later as he turned to look at the golden eyed thief. Playfully he scratched Seri behind the ear lightly with his index finger, reaching over with his opposite arm to do so, leaving them both very close. "So not very weird then." He kept scratching the same spot for a few moments before letting his hand fall down to the railing, this time propped up by his right arm and hovering over Seri's left.
"And you're two for three now, eventually you'll no longer be pretty or young, you'll have to find some old woman to adopt you and become a house cat."
"Bad boys are hot," Ante remarked flatly at first, smirking and chuckling a moment later as he turned to look at the golden eyed thief. Playfully he scratched Seri behind the ear lightly with his index finger, reaching over with his opposite arm to do so, leaving them both very close. "So not very weird then." He kept scratching the same spot for a few moments before letting his hand fall down to the railing, this time propped up by his right arm and hovering over Seri's left.
"And you're two for three now, eventually you'll no longer be pretty or young, you'll have to find some old woman to adopt you and become a house cat."