He shook his head and her confusion grew. A part of her wanted to walk away from him and rush up to her room, but she was slightly intrigued as well, despite it all. His horrible insults seemed to be accidental outbursts without any ties to the sentence he was going through. Her ears continued to stay folded against her skull as he claimed to have no problem. If it was just the way he talked then she did not particularly like it. Did he actually throw such shit in just because it was the way he felt like communicating? She could not grasp why. The canine world had yet to reach the stage where they started to retake the earth and awaken the ghosts of the human civilization. There was no educational system so there was no way Halo could understand that this was a sad condition where the male was powerless. She held no interest for healing and conditions so she would never realize that he had a syndrome.
Her feelings were definitely mixed now, but he had offered her food and seemed to be generally okay apart from his rude language. It seemed he was getting impatient with her, and the young woman glowered in silence as he turned his back to her and marched. He was being a weirdo and he got annoyed with her? Lips wanted to twist into a distasteful grimace, but he had motioned for her to follow, and therefore she did. The kitchen was the final destination and she leaned lightly against the doorframe, feeling hunger tugging eagerly. She did not think she nor Cotl had received great first impressions of each other. It was a shame. Perhaps it was her. She had definitely felt more angry lately. She knew why, but did not know how to make it stop. Ears flickered and face lifted as he attempted to start a more sensible conversation.
At least he was trying. He did not even look at her as he talked. The young female brushed her hip casually and watched a few dust motes dispatch. She did not look that bad, did she? Slender fingers brushed through her rich, copper hued hair as she pondered, tracing old behavioural patterns. The only way to get well along with people was to be pleasant, wasn’t it? She ventured closer and ended up next to him, though not too close to be in the way. She sort of wanted to twist his question into a rather inappropriate answer, but fought back the impulse. ”I train rats.” If he did not already find her odd, she guessed he definitely would now. ”they make good spies and are also quite good at.. uhm, eliminating garbage.” Yes, she had found out that they were excellent at gnawing off the living meat of a wolf. "What do you do?" perhaps he could turn out to be even more interesting?
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