04-25-2009, 03:43 PM
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Sorry the late -.-'  The pale boy half bared his growing milk teeth to Oce's joke, but then rolled his grayish-blue eyes in relief as his little sibling let go of his chest, and reached to the plushie that Oce was offering her. He never let it show but, even with all his bullyness and agressive acts, he cared about his sister. About Claudius, he was just neutral. For him, his weak brother was just an entertainment, almost a hobby. Of course, he hated cry-babies, but hated to see his sister crying. It wasn't Claudius, it wasn't funny. Maybe because he was a male, and, in Attila's head, a male crying was just too funny. Seeing a female crying was other thing.
He placed his paw in the top of Noir's head and shook it playfully, messing her fur in a funny way. "It if all right, fifter." he said with a warm voice. And, gosh, it sounded weird to him. "You juft got to lofe fome weight." he told her. It was because of her "fluffy" butt that she got stuck, after all. It wasn't her fault that she loved to eat so much. He luaghed of his own joke, not caring if the others would follow. |