05-27-2010, 12:01 AM
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Snake was not really a creature made for deception—his mind was far too straight-forward, and he had a hard time with the concept of not being genuine with people. Lies usually were more trouble than they were worth, so the kept a policy of being succinct and truthful; this was why he was a little taken aback by Hybrid's expression, his apparent scrutinization. Snake met it with his usual blank facade, pausing for a moment after the other Hydra offered his own explanation. He then gave a small shrug; it was kind of the right idea, but not totally. "Yeah, it's kind of like that. Except it's not really reliant on rank—it's just... being polite, I guess." Though, looking at Hybrid, Snake imagined that he was not one who worried about etiquette. After saying he almost regretted it—Hybrid seemed to be on the verge of understanding his rationale, and he feared that this had just messed that up.
And though the younger coyote knew that they were apparently ranked equally, he acknowledged that Hybrid was the senior warrior—both in age (which Snake didn't really put much stock in, but others did), experience, and longevity in the pack. This was why he didn't hold any position that could be interpreted as a challenge, or at least dominant in the slightest. Snake was a good soldier—he knew his place, and he didn't question it. Just as he had been taught.
A bit of an awkward moment passed as the other Hydra coughed, pausing before asking pretty point-blank about what Snake wanted. The bandanna-wearing coyote was confused for a moment; what did he mean? "I don't want anything. You are the one that came here," he said, his tone neutral—though he realized that his words could sound contrary, he had meant them truthfully and not snidely. But he didn't really have much else to contribute... and then it got awkward again.
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Snake was not really a creature made for deception—his mind was far too straight-forward, and he had a hard time with the concept of not being genuine with people. Lies usually were more trouble than they were worth, so the kept a policy of being succinct and truthful; this was why he was a little taken aback by Hybrid's expression, his apparent scrutinization. Snake met it with his usual blank facade, pausing for a moment after the other Hydra offered his own explanation. He then gave a small shrug; it was kind of the right idea, but not totally. "Yeah, it's kind of like that. Except it's not really reliant on rank—it's just... being polite, I guess." Though, looking at Hybrid, Snake imagined that he was not one who worried about etiquette. After saying he almost regretted it—Hybrid seemed to be on the verge of understanding his rationale, and he feared that this had just messed that up.
And though the younger coyote knew that they were apparently ranked equally, he acknowledged that Hybrid was the senior warrior—both in age (which Snake didn't really put much stock in, but others did), experience, and longevity in the pack. This was why he didn't hold any position that could be interpreted as a challenge, or at least dominant in the slightest. Snake was a good soldier—he knew his place, and he didn't question it. Just as he had been taught.
A bit of an awkward moment passed as the other Hydra coughed, pausing before asking pretty point-blank about what Snake wanted. The bandanna-wearing coyote was confused for a moment; what did he mean? "I don't want anything. You are the one that came here," he said, his tone neutral—though he realized that his words could sound contrary, he had meant them truthfully and not snidely. But he didn't really have much else to contribute... and then it got awkward again.