01-21-2011, 06:08 PM
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Immediately Teddy picked up on the obvious frustration and impatience of the man looking for his friends. His gave had been averted like it should have been in the first place, but this time he deliberately looked down at the ground whilst scuffing his foot along the snowy ground. Theodore wondered if he had any nervous habits that he didnt know about. He knew that when he was younger he had been able to stand perfectly still and straight in front of his father for hours- he preferred his hamstrings in tact as opposed to the brief moment of respite complaining would have gotten him. He didn't tend to whine or moan about anything and he didnt think that he had a habit that expressed anything other than blatant lack of interest in the person he was speaking to. An ear flickered once in some sort of response to his frustrated twitching.
That same ear pushed forward as the man explained about his friend. Well, he didnt explain one bit what was happening, spoke in riddles to deliberatley put Teddy out of whatever loop the man was in. Interesting. But the way the strange man was speaking, it didnt appear that the man he sought was a friend at all. The words themselves implied something entirely different, even if his tone didnt give him away. Teddy didnt know if the man knew his voice had dropped an octave or two when mentioning this unnamed fellow but Teddy allowed a brief relax in the unfriendly knotts in his face.
"I sense some animosity between the two of you? Are you looking for blood?"
Teddy stated briefly, bluntness the only easy way to say what he wanted to. It was obvious the man hunted another and he was searching for him here. He hadn't seen a coyote in these lands since that little pest they'd dealt with, so Teddy was little help to him. But then again, Teddy was a sucker for a fight. Perhaps when the coydog found his quarry, Teddy might help in some way... hopefully a way that involved his teeth in anothers flesh.
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ooc;; sorry for the wait <33
Immediately Teddy picked up on the obvious frustration and impatience of the man looking for his friends. His gave had been averted like it should have been in the first place, but this time he deliberately looked down at the ground whilst scuffing his foot along the snowy ground. Theodore wondered if he had any nervous habits that he didnt know about. He knew that when he was younger he had been able to stand perfectly still and straight in front of his father for hours- he preferred his hamstrings in tact as opposed to the brief moment of respite complaining would have gotten him. He didn't tend to whine or moan about anything and he didnt think that he had a habit that expressed anything other than blatant lack of interest in the person he was speaking to. An ear flickered once in some sort of response to his frustrated twitching.
That same ear pushed forward as the man explained about his friend. Well, he didnt explain one bit what was happening, spoke in riddles to deliberatley put Teddy out of whatever loop the man was in. Interesting. But the way the strange man was speaking, it didnt appear that the man he sought was a friend at all. The words themselves implied something entirely different, even if his tone didnt give him away. Teddy didnt know if the man knew his voice had dropped an octave or two when mentioning this unnamed fellow but Teddy allowed a brief relax in the unfriendly knotts in his face.
"I sense some animosity between the two of you? Are you looking for blood?"
Teddy stated briefly, bluntness the only easy way to say what he wanted to. It was obvious the man hunted another and he was searching for him here. He hadn't seen a coyote in these lands since that little pest they'd dealt with, so Teddy was little help to him. But then again, Teddy was a sucker for a fight. Perhaps when the coydog found his quarry, Teddy might help in some way... hopefully a way that involved his teeth in anothers flesh.
word count;; 355
"speech"