Snippet #1141491

Danse Mors Danse almost walked out of the room again at the sight of Justice. Her very energy, like a worker bee, exhausted him. And there was the pen issue. If he could snuff her out, he would have a looooong time ago. However, he had no issue with her ethically but it didn’t suit his needs to ally with her either. As Justice made the comment about the oppression of Cassius and her weight, he had to bite fist hard to keep from laughing. Justice was clearly oblivious to who she was dealing with. “I’m going to sit this one out,” he said, choosing to take a seat. Then suddenly he realized the room full of animals. There seemed to be animals everywhere. The barista looked as if she had noticed but dared not to mention it. She asked for his order and he paused for a moment. “I think I’ve gone insane… oh, black coffee for me and a stale biscuit,” Then he caught sight of Nyama and all was explained. Yet he couldn’t resist, “So nice of you to cater tonight, Nyama. They look delicious,” he grimaced again, unable to quite get a handle on natural facial expressions. He felt somewhat at ease and in control in the presence of more gods. His own problems could easily hide beneath the ensuing arguments.