Freehold of Minuit

The beast had little to say and so instead he merely held Chantelle close, cuddling her against his chest. He kept murmuring, his breath thrumming against his feathers. She was better liar than he was, and he did not doubt her words. "You can be here as long as you want."

The beast placed his snout over her head, the small egret almost sinking into his fur. Marcus smelled of flowers, sadness and confusion. Sharp notes of concern accented the swirl of emotions that clung to his fur like wet leaves against the pavement. "Mhmhm...." he growled, soothingly. "It's gonna b...

Marcus, having rather awkwardly had to listen, stood behind the door, leaning against the wall. An aura on misery surrounded the beast, his tail drooping between his legs, the feathers dull. When Chantelle stepped back in, the beast pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his long and hairy arms around...

Seeing Tiffany return, Marcus raised an eyebrow, sighed and rolled to his side, wrapping his arms beneath his snout. The beast's tail swayed lazily in the air, the feathers seemingly dormant. It seemed that the defender was willing to let the others to talk things through. He figured he'd said enough.

Meanwhile indoors, Marcus turned to Chantelle. "Well shit." There wasn't much else to say. "Like, she went from chirpy to moody in a snap." he tilted his head to the side, trying to make a contact with the egret. "You are people person. You should talk to her."

Chantelle wondered who’d be footing the bill for all that, her own laptop was a five-year-old clunker her parents had bought her for college; she’d never been able to justify the expense of upgrading, not when her phone did just about everything. “Mais, I nee’ to move my own stuff in before I tink ...

"I never said I was going anywhere - please don't misinterpret me. I'm just saying ... ya know?" She just shrugs as if that simple motion explains everything. "So ... anyone want to go shopping tomorrow?" She snickers a little at the dramatic change of subject, figuring if Chantelle wants it to end...

"Uh." was all Marcus had to say, for his brains were working really, really hard to sort out the mess in before his eyes. "Dunno, I just speak my mind." the beast shrugged, bit baffled with Tiffany's reaction. He had tried to reassure her, and now she was laughing. Nodding, Marcus decided that the t...

"Yeah, though you kinda want to bat a thousand." Marcus growled, sounding mostly like his usual self. "You bat a thousand if you hit every damn ball." he explained, after his player had googled this tidbit up. Unfortunately, he didn't have any particular insight in Tiffany's mistakes, lacking the me...

"Marcus ... Mark? I admit, we just met, what, a day or so ago? And yet it feels like I have known you far longer than that. I can't really explain it. In fact, that feeling extends to all three of you. So ... I feel comfortable around you. Maybe it's kind of a bad habit, I don't know, but I often t...