coming from you,” a light tsk, those dark eyes, with only a sliver of ringed light, flitting down to look at him.
“i was unaware you were even allowed near the topic of holiness to begin with, krueal.”
wonderful, he thinks, nearly taking the time out of his day to roll his eyes, this is exactly what he needed—another eyesore.
his voice is an obnoxious, grating thing that curses his ears, and it only makes the scowl on his face grow more pronounced.
“that’s quite rich, +
shaking out his wings, fluffing up at the sign of a predator nearby, shoving his hands into his trenchcoat pockets.
"not very holy of you. you're gonna give us a bad reputation at this point, xalus."
that is where he must disagree. he can think of plenty of words in this language and his own that would be quite befitting.
however, that would take time, and time is something he cannot afford to waste.