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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:16 pm
"You apologize too easily," Thom countered dryly, giving no indication that he had accepted the apology or that he would apologize in return. He wans't sure what Jordan was apologizing for, and he certainly wasn't going to apologize for his own actions. "I've nearly killed you, I ate your pet, I've dragged you off into th' middle of th' jungle under threat of death if you try th' least little thing, an' you're apologizin' to me? You're apologizin' because you tried to save a rabbit from gettin' killed."
He wrinkled his nose, clearly less than impressed by the display. "If you expect to get any respect whatsoever from me, you'll stop whimperin' an' cowerin' and actin' like all I've done is right just because you're scared of me."
He paused for a bit, watching over the dog's shoulder as Jordan tapped at the computer, then laughed. "That was you? Jamal said there was someone else around when he attacked Alec, but he hadn't said... He doesn't like you," he pointed you almost smugly, clearly amused. "I'd be careful."
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2007 8:40 pm
Jordan did seem to apologize too much. It was becoming habit and it happened as second nature. Whether the apology was accepted or not, Jordan honestly wasn’t sure. Whatever. He’d opened his muzzle to speak, but then he thought it best not to continue on with a retort. Coming out here hadn’t been wise and mouthing off to a hungry snake who’d just as easily devour him was even less so. He just shook his head in annoyance. There was no point in making it worse in the long run.
He focused on the humming of the laptop, though acknowledging Thom’s words with an idle flick of his ear. Honestly, he didn’t care. Respect or not, this was about screwing over Richard and quite possibly a lab tech who wanted to cause anarchy. In his mind, he was keeping the peace as it were.
However, the uncalled-for laughter broke his silence. He knew people didn’t like him, hell many of them wanted him dead, but he was insulted by the outburst nonetheless. Jordan rose up to his paws, quite annoyed as a snarl had appeared on muzzle, showing the fangs beneath. “Fock Jahmawl. Fock Reechaard. En fact..” he kicked the laptop towards Thom indignantly, and turned about. “Fock wu. Ahm ott of hewe, Hov ah nishe day. Theesh wush ah meshtake.”
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