frolic aholic

His mocks, while they weren't exactly appreciated, were also ignored. She gave him a flat look, unamused with his return attitude. It seemed the freak wasn't adept at being abrasive, while it was Kroc's middle name, practically. While her anger wasn't truly inexplicable, it was not something she shared. To all others, Kroc simply appeared as a foul tempered wight.

His retort made her laugh, a rude and harsh sound that was most definitely making fun of him. Her tail did not move in response to his friendliness; actually friendliness like this bothered her, if you couldn't tell. "Are you afraid of my teeth in your face?" She growled, a verbal snap of teeth. All she wanted was a damned drink of water and if he wasn't going to let her do that in peace, they were going to have problems. Serious motherfucking problems.