Eternity RPC Board
10-10-2017, 12:10 AM
"Ah friend, zhis one does not want anyzhing!" Staring straight into Kalevi's eyes, a smile rolled from the man who the sinne could have sworn was sitting further away before he'd looked away and made faces at a floor. Could you call it a smile? Rashala seemed to always have a kind of grin to their faces, but this one excitedly bore rows of fangs for about maybe a second before they faded back behind their cheeky mask once again, and his voice purring onwards. "...Well, he does, but not zhose things. Do not fear, for I am not some low peddler so rudely hawking his wares. No, no, I am Mooshneh zhe Magnificent!"
The cat-man raised his hands with a flourish and tilted his chin up slightly to catch on his grin what light could be caught. He held the pose for longer than was socially comfortable as he waited on the recognition that never came. As he lowered his hands once again and returned to his normal posture over the edge of the table - wait, was he getting closer? - and the few eyes wondering what all the commotion was about turned back to their own activites, he continued. "You do not know Mooshneh; zhat is okay. zhis one moves goods aff value from far to wide, and from here to zhere. A traveler of sorts, of sorts. You..."
Mooshneh, as he called himself, trailed off as he quite overtly looked the sinne up and down in silent appraisal. There was much to take in about the man, and all of it pointed to an easy revelation from his clothing alone that he came from places beyond the Storslagen. The cat-man's appraisal didn't last long at all, his gaze falling back upon the eyes. "You are a traveler as well, no? Of a different stripe, perhaps."
The cat-man raised his hands with a flourish and tilted his chin up slightly to catch on his grin what light could be caught. He held the pose for longer than was socially comfortable as he waited on the recognition that never came. As he lowered his hands once again and returned to his normal posture over the edge of the table - wait, was he getting closer? - and the few eyes wondering what all the commotion was about turned back to their own activites, he continued. "You do not know Mooshneh; zhat is okay. zhis one moves goods aff value from far to wide, and from here to zhere. A traveler of sorts, of sorts. You..."
Mooshneh, as he called himself, trailed off as he quite overtly looked the sinne up and down in silent appraisal. There was much to take in about the man, and all of it pointed to an easy revelation from his clothing alone that he came from places beyond the Storslagen. The cat-man's appraisal didn't last long at all, his gaze falling back upon the eyes. "You are a traveler as well, no? Of a different stripe, perhaps."