Phoenix Maplewood just observe

Arion smirked when the brown walking hairball glared at him and spoke, saying that if she was a hairball, then he was a rat's nest, an absolute tangle of filth, apparently. Instead of being offended, the Greek laughed. The two of them were arguing like children; it amused him. He always wanted to talk with someone else who didn't act like a 'grown up', who could bicker with him as if they were kids again. It was like a breath of fresh air, to be with someone similar to himself. Obviously he didn't say that out loud, he didn't want to die just yet.

"I find yours utterly impeccable," Arion replied to her comment about his humor, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. She looked as if she was born a princess, looking down at him in such an arrogant manner. But, who was he to judge? He was probably just as bad as her; Chiron was always going on about how he kept showing off and yada yada yada. He remembered that one time, when his golden furred friend said he was showing off, Arion had retaliated by saying that that was what he was supposed to do; to show off.

"Whatever suits you, woman," he said when she said that she would walk beside him instead of behind him. Wow. Prideful much? "Why should I pretend to be a gentleman for you?" he questioned with a cant of his head, shooting her an amused glance. "Who are you to order me around?"