Every Move You Make

Harvey Butler · 10-02-2012, 08:31 PM

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Harvey

She suddenly calmed just as he'd laid eyes on her, witnessing her initial enjoyment. He felt, perhaps, that his expression influenced her to settle, as if he was joking at her exhilaration, or getting too excited himself over it, but Harvey was simply amused to have the other show interest in their conversation.

He, too, regained some composure and cleared his throat before speaking in a softer tone, lacking the heightened amount of mirthfulness to it, though no void of the happy sound completely. Ah, oh... Uhm, yeh. The Brit shrugged.

The red merle man felt as if he'd blown his cover of sorts by even possibly hinting that he had fought before (or had at least thought about it) for other reasons than self-defense, or protection of loved ones. He was involved in a terrible group a bit ago, who fought for the glory of it. They fought to dominate, to show others just how weak they were, and simply for the thrill of shedding blood and fueling fear. It was a nasty profession and shameful way of life, but it happened, and despite Harv's wants, it wasn't going to be completely eradicated from his person; his past was stuck with him, all he could do now was hide it, and try his best to make up for it all.

Of course. He smiled now, thinking of how he'd talked with another before on using his abilities for good, rather than harm. Tha' makes sense... 'Ave t' take care of what you've got, ya do! An' ya gotta take care of yourself. Else, 'fore ya know it, you're on the bo'em of the food chain. An' tha's no place t' be, it ain't. Don't wanna be feared, but ya don't want t' getcherself killed, eivah.

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