Scowl says *just snorted at the comment, it not really being her business as to whether or not he shared information with her. Not to mention, it would take more than just one evening of telling the story behind his reasoning. A story he barely remembered himself, mostly because of all the torture he had been put through. He honestly couldn't even say for sure of what he knew if it was even true... not that he was going to let himself be swayed to think any other way besides. However, even if Scowl was going to ignore her, the rat decided to be a bit more social, making his way off of Scowl's horn and along the back of the chair until he came to perch on the stack of books behind her, sniffing her curiously, it being...very odd for them to have visitors... especially of the female kind... and fox...*
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Scowl says *He quirked a brow at her question. Asking again? Ugh. It was a personal matter that she had no business in, and quite frankly, he didn't feel like sharing* It's not of your concern.. *he grumbled lightly, shifting in the chair so that his back faced her and his feet rested on the desk now. It was a very touchy matter for him, and letting other people know of such a grudge was not something he did....ever. Him and his brother just had some rather bad blood between them~ and it was him Scowl put the blame on for having ended up the way he was. He wasn't always mutated. hideous or a 'monster'. No, he once was a noble knight, someone to be admired, looked to for guidance, someone who people actually...liked. He barely held onto those memories, they becoming more of a fog every passing day. He was losing himself to his hatred and crave for revenge, but he didn't really realize it. Nor would he- being far too stubborn for that. Which was probably why he avoided talking about it...*
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Scowl says *his sword gave a faint glow when the fox had came near, though, Scowl's attention only shifted slightly to glance at the creature before going back to the papers in his hands. Scorn, however, did do a bit more, turning on his shoulder and hissing at the fox. This was silenced when Scowl tapped it with the pen* Hush~ you're hissing in my ear... *he grumbled a bit, the rat doing the same before curling up on his horn, making a hammock of it. Scowl returned to the papers after words, eventually setting them down and grumbling something or another. Shifting a bit, he picked up his sword and brought it across his lap, the glowing subsiding once done. His gaze flicked back to her afterwords regarding the fox critter boredly before glancing to her* Your pet?
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Scowl says *he wasn't phased by her on any level, simply waiting for the situation to sink in and for her to eventually give him what he wanted. He was sure it would come in due time; taking her out of her environment being a big thing...to her types. He'd done it before, needless to say, with the exception of the 'lat time', it was a pampered prince, who eventually 'lost his head' when the situation became too much. Scowl didn't care much for his fate, but... was put behind schedule thanks to the delay. Time was definitely not on his side in this case either- though, he did hope she would be far quicker to break; being a lady and all~ the sewers having their toll quite easily on the most fragile of minds. Either way, he kept silent,looking over the papers and scribbling stuff down until her snorted in frustration and set them aside, his work only leading him to dead ends. If he was ever going to catch up to and kill his brother, he'd need help... much to his despise...*
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Scowl says *he was mostly ignoring everything she had to say, not about to get into full detail of how the sewers worked, for she obviously didn't know. However, when she mentioned 'help', he couldn't help but let out another barking laugh* Help me? I'd sooner guess to see Scorn over 'ere eat vegetables than you help me~ *at the sound of it's name, the rat waddled it's way over to Scowl, crawling up the side of the chair, although full on rat meat, and perching upon the faun's shoulder, nibbling a bit at his horn, though it didn't bother Scowl, as he shifted his attention back to the papers he was going over, taking a ink quill from the desk and beginning to write notes on it*
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