[ just as Morax closes his eyes to try and relax, Barbatos starts chirping again and making demands of his attention with wildly inaccurate insinuations. one golden eye opens in a thin slit, dark eyebrows drown down to consider him with a slight annoyance. ]
I'm not known for lying.
[ there's a firm, flat tone to his voice.
perhaps they don't know each other as well as they should – or perhaps, which is most likely closer to the truth, Barbatos is learning just how to push against his boundaries. ]
no subject
I'm not known for lying.
[ there's a firm, flat tone to his voice.
perhaps they don't know each other as well as they should – or perhaps, which is most likely closer to the truth, Barbatos is learning just how to push against his boundaries. ]
Rest will be difficult if you keep talking.