Nikui
Famine was already wandering the shop. Hadn't been there in a while, had he? Probably locked himself up somewhere, afters certain...incidents 'cleared' up. Ears swiveled at the sound of the door opening, giving a glance in the direction of the said door. Ohhh, that wasn't someone he'd seen in a loonnnggg time. Tail flicked, and he pushed himself to a stand--having been seated, limply, to the wall.
Steadying on his feet, he began to step over towards Pestilence--hah...this would be interesting. Though he seemed to be in a bad mood--as was he, which didn't really help, since most were used to seeing him bubbly and clingy. He just seemed tired and pissy.
Nearly crawling up behind the chair, he poked his head out from behind it--and stared down at the other, tapping his taloned fingers to the other's head gingerly. "You~" He chuckled dryly, forced slightly.
Jan the Verse
What in the name of... Arthur couldn't conjure any deities he'd like to laud at the moment so settled for cursing a larger ambiguity in the continuum of things-that-be and greeted Famine with a baleful stare. Which, by his standards, was about as typical as a 'hi how are you' from any casual acquaintance. Not nearly as friendly, but that was a given.
Famine. How long had it been? Not nearly so trying a brother as Mordred, no, but one that he was... not nearly so... he was loath to use the word 'close', as that implied affection and the truth of his relations to Mordred was... yes, familiarity. Whereas with Famine there tended to be some aspect yet of the enigma.
The rat made no indication of reaction to the touch, merely continuing to stare with dead, red eyes. ...Strange, that of all the things to run into, now of all times... Ah, fate still lived. Or something like apropos, at the very least.
Famine. How long had it been? Not nearly so trying a brother as Mordred, no, but one that he was... not nearly so... he was loath to use the word 'close', as that implied affection and the truth of his relations to Mordred was... yes, familiarity. Whereas with Famine there tended to be some aspect yet of the enigma.
The rat made no indication of reaction to the touch, merely continuing to stare with dead, red eyes. ...Strange, that of all the things to run into, now of all times... Ah, fate still lived. Or something like apropos, at the very least.
Nikui
...Well, that was a lovely 'hello'. He smiled...weakly. At the stare, his ears perked up--and he blinked at the other. "..Cat got your tongue?" He was trying to be as the other may remember him--happy, for the most part, and alive. He shifted to drop behind the chair once more, and shifted around to the side, where he hopped easily onto the arm of the chair, though didn't directly contact the other in any way, shape or form...not another touch, no. He crossed one leg over the other, allowing the uncrossed leg to hang off the edge of the chair, while glancing down to the other.
Awkward silence...
Somehow he had a feeling he should say something more, though.
His fake 'smile' faded to a frown after a moment...looking right back at him with his vermilion orbs, which were just beginning to get that glint of 'life' back into them.
Awkward silence...
Somehow he had a feeling he should say something more, though.
His fake 'smile' faded to a frown after a moment...looking right back at him with his vermilion orbs, which were just beginning to get that glint of 'life' back into them.
Jan the Verse
Awkward silence indeed. Arthur's favorite form of communication. As Famine moved to the side, only then did his eyes follow, neck turning once to continue staring at the coon with mouth pressed into a thin line of indecipherable negativity. Because the only thing clear from that expression was that it wasn't pleased.
Kiga was fairly lucky as most intruders upon the rat's solitude went, allowed his proximity and his banter - however weak-willed it might be. Weak-willed... something... in this Famine... that stank of the weak.... no... it couldn't be happening to anyone else. Then there might be the possibility of a genuine problem.
Arthur blinked once by way of greeting. Typically unfriendly. And now... somewhat troubled, as a slight wrinkle between his brows revealed.
Nikui
Not Kiga's. He got nervous and twitchy--which he was doing, rotating his ankle a bit, then started to twitch it, trying to keep calm. Why was this so difficult for him? He liked to hear people's voices--for some reason. Blinking at the other, in return maybe, he lowered his ears slowly...taloned fingers folding together in his lap.
Weak? now he might be. A bit. Weak-willed, weak-minded. Not so much physically anymore. He gave a noise from within his chest as the other wrinkled his brow. "...What?" And again, questioning the poor rat, now even more uncomfortable with the look.
"Is something wrong..?" He murmured lowly, not really irritated, just worried he had bothered the other. Which he probably had, but he had never really done so to the extent of getting the silent treatment..? Maybe he had--his memory wasn't working well right now.
Weak? now he might be. A bit. Weak-willed, weak-minded. Not so much physically anymore. He gave a noise from within his chest as the other wrinkled his brow. "...What?" And again, questioning the poor rat, now even more uncomfortable with the look.
"Is something wrong..?" He murmured lowly, not really irritated, just worried he had bothered the other. Which he probably had, but he had never really done so to the extent of getting the silent treatment..? Maybe he had--his memory wasn't working well right now.
Jan the Verse
It wasn't necessarily 'the silent treatment' coming from Arthur, so much as his modus operandi. Pestilence had no patience for most and tended to ignore all those he wished to, no buts nor qualms about it. It occurred to him on some level that this might be troubling for Famine, who was time and time again... the most human of their kinship. Or at least the one who always made the attempts, perhaps for want of feeding the hunger that lay inherent within his nature.
Arthur hadn't really thought about it in quite a while. Famine had been out of sight, out of mind - well, perhaps not quite as much the latter. The condition of the other Horsemen, in lieu of his and Mordred's current... 'predicaments' had not failed to spark his curiosity. But he had, for one reason or another (perhaps out of fear that certain other fears might be defined so far into reality) failed to seek out answers.
Ah, chance. Strange indeed.
"Usually," he rasped by way of reply, blinking once but for all other intents and purposes changing his position nor stare not a mote. Though the addition of his voice was really something quite phenomenal. "Did you have something more specific in mind?" Rusty nails on chalkboard had been more melodic.
Arthur hadn't really thought about it in quite a while. Famine had been out of sight, out of mind - well, perhaps not quite as much the latter. The condition of the other Horsemen, in lieu of his and Mordred's current... 'predicaments' had not failed to spark his curiosity. But he had, for one reason or another (perhaps out of fear that certain other fears might be defined so far into reality) failed to seek out answers.
Ah, chance. Strange indeed.
"Usually," he rasped by way of reply, blinking once but for all other intents and purposes changing his position nor stare not a mote. Though the addition of his voice was really something quite phenomenal. "Did you have something more specific in mind?" Rusty nails on chalkboard had been more melodic.
Nikui
Well, Kiga also was slightly childish. Not so much anymore, but he had been, quite a bit so...He waited, impatiently, for the other to respond. Maybe he did feel bad for what he did--what he was. He was sociable, but other's got weird feelings around him, many had questioned him on it. He had never been able to give a real answer to it, only to smile innocently and say he was 'special' in whatever way.
Yes, Famine was pretty out of reach by the others--no more, though...he craved others, and those he knew, whether it was now, or in the past, he craved even more...It was nice to see the rat, after such a long while--but why did his mind say something was wrong? His ears remained low, but perked a bit at the sound of the other's voice.
Nearly flinching at the rather...cold? Maybe that was the word for it...response. He gave a half-hearted shrug, and twitched his ears. "How're...you doing..? It's...been a while, I've been wondering about you...and the others..." Now he had a nervous tone, as if he'd slip up and end up embarrassing himself or something.
Yes, Famine was pretty out of reach by the others--no more, though...he craved others, and those he knew, whether it was now, or in the past, he craved even more...It was nice to see the rat, after such a long while--but why did his mind say something was wrong? His ears remained low, but perked a bit at the sound of the other's voice.
Nearly flinching at the rather...cold? Maybe that was the word for it...response. He gave a half-hearted shrug, and twitched his ears. "How're...you doing..? It's...been a while, I've been wondering about you...and the others..." Now he had a nervous tone, as if he'd slip up and end up embarrassing himself or something.
Jan the Verse
Again Arthur's expression failed to change, but what else could've been expected? A smile? The only time the rat deigned towards the upward curve of lips was in the instance of someone else's pain. It wasn't that Pestilence was a sadist, nor even a vicarious masochist. Just... a pessimist extraordinaire, who got something of a kick out of failure. Bitterness, in the hands of Arthur, was a veritable art.
He coughed for emphasis with a particularly accusing stare at the inquiry of well-being - not one of those coughs of indication, but a wheezing hack so characteristic of his general ill health. "Ah," he said flatly, blinking once more and - for strange, unknown reasons perhaps best left unspecified - settling into a cross-legged seat on the chair, staff still set to the floor as he leaned forward slightly upon it. "I am not in the best of health," he added then, rather facetiously, deadpan to the point where it was probably biting sarcasm but might just be an... observation maybe? Well... knowing Arthur, no.
He coughed for emphasis with a particularly accusing stare at the inquiry of well-being - not one of those coughs of indication, but a wheezing hack so characteristic of his general ill health. "Ah," he said flatly, blinking once more and - for strange, unknown reasons perhaps best left unspecified - settling into a cross-legged seat on the chair, staff still set to the floor as he leaned forward slightly upon it. "I am not in the best of health," he added then, rather facetiously, deadpan to the point where it was probably biting sarcasm but might just be an... observation maybe? Well... knowing Arthur, no.
