10-23-2008, 02:15 PM
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His eye focused again on the precocious, steel-furred male as he spoke, but his words were like air that blew in and out of the hybrid's ears. Put simply, Jefferson hadn't the slightest idea as to what this 'DaVinci' was speaking of. His first assumption had been that Davinci was somehow associated with one of the leaders--he couldn't tell which, if any--but the name Magdalena had been tossed into the air. His sarcasm was unnecessary and though smirked upon, inevitably ignored for the time being. The last thing Phoenix Valley needed was another wise-cracking know-it-all like Jefferson himself. What would Iskata have said? The hybrid stifled a brief chuckle. "Sorry, stranger, that name doesn't ring any bells here." A shrug and a shake of the head. Sure, Jefferson had lingered in the pack for a number of weeks, but his experience with his other pack mates ran thin. How many they actually had in total was unknown to him, but at the same time, it wasn't like he was caring all that much. "Don't know if I know your mother, either. I only know a few of them." That was pretty literal. "Are you sure you're in the right place?" A suspicious, almost sarcastic glance fell upon DaVinci then. It wasn't the steel-furred male's fault if he had ended up in the wrong place, but that seemed unlikely. Jefferson wasn't exactly the greatest of greeters either, but that could be left unsaid. The one-eyed male was always suspicious of something, though he always realized how his self was liable for fault. |