“You humour me.”
The ghoul replied before curling his tail and moving from the door only to remove his mask when turning to face the Cardinal, raising a hand to run through his hair. His eyes looked over the other and a small snort left his lips.
“The Similarities between you and a rat are…funny…Small, sneaky and yet planning when you think no one is looking. Yet when teased you scurry away, perhaps because you’re afraid, but perhaps not. No one knows what’s going on in that head of yours, admittedly I don’t half the time. I’ve tried to make you listen, but you want it your way, right?”
He puts his mask back on and twitches his ears, opening the door and waving his tail.
“Have fun.~”
He then proceeds to walk out of the room, closing the door behind him and strolling towards the kitchen.
THE URGE TO ROLL HIS EYES into the back of his skull is overwhelming as Aether chides him for all Copia’s less than savoury qualities. And right on cue — the age old comparison to his likeness of a rat. As if that’s REALLY an insult. Adding fuel to the fire he’s about to make hand - puppet gestures at the sound of Aether ‘s tangent, until his voice trails out into the corridor and the Cardinal realizes he’s alone in the room; And that simply won’t do.
Setting his wine glass down with a loud CLINK he trailed behind the ghoul, making a beeline towards him. ❛ No no no, you don’t get to accuse me of being afraid — which is ludicrous by the way! — Then walk away like everything’s peachy. First of all, you’re wrong. Strike one. Second! Obviously I don’t want everyone and their mother getting a glimpse inside my pretty little head, that shouldn’t be news to you. Strike two. Last but not least! What’s your point about ANY of this huh?! Strike three, BZZZT, you’re outta here!! ❜ He makes an obnoxious buzzer sound effect to really set the scene.
He has an inkling he’s being given the cold shoulder ( dare he sense a smirk on Aether’s face, to accompany that MADDENING and cavalier swagger? ) and that of course called for action. Quickening his pace Copia cuts the ghoul off, one hand pressed to the wall and the other nestled to his waist. He was not the sort to let anybody have the last word, or laugh for that matter, and he’s not about to start. ❛ Don’t even THINK about stuffing your piehole without letting me defend myself from your . . . dumb, stupid blathering. You have five seconds to start making sense. Startiiing . . . Now. ❜
