I'm not fucking stupid! And good luck fucking trying that in the first place!
[Rosso is very fucking stupid, thank you. Luckily, he's got the self-preservation to not question the stinger or the way it flashes at him. He doesn't fancy knowing what it does. Poison or paralysis or something unpleasant, certainly.
With a sigh, he follows Adrian with his good eye, arms crossed over his chest. What a disaster of a conversation... which is how all of Rosso's conversations generally go, but still.]
...why are you a giant cat right now anyway? Got somewhere to be? [He's assuming it's akin to a werewolf's travel form, anyway. Rosso still doesn't get everything that goes on here.]
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[Rosso is very fucking stupid, thank you. Luckily, he's got the self-preservation to not question the stinger or the way it flashes at him. He doesn't fancy knowing what it does. Poison or paralysis or something unpleasant, certainly.
With a sigh, he follows Adrian with his good eye, arms crossed over his chest. What a disaster of a conversation... which is how all of Rosso's conversations generally go, but still.]
...why are you a giant cat right now anyway? Got somewhere to be? [He's assuming it's akin to a werewolf's travel form, anyway. Rosso still doesn't get everything that goes on here.]