Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

When she laughed, Haunter immediately garnished a completely shocked and slightly disgusted countenance, the most expressive he felt his face had been pulled in years (besides his commonplace snarling). He bristled as the noise died down, and his expression lessened into a contemptous sour glaring as she goaded him verbally. "Playing house?" he repeated incredulously, raising his dark, unseen unibrow at her.

He snorted thereafter, and turned away from her, completely forgetting that he had intended on feeding the little pot-bellied pig just moments ago. "I will never be nice to you again," he informed her in an indignant rasp, narrowing his eyes and casting them sidelong at her. "Caring, perhaps, but I won't be nice about it." He plopped down into a hard sit and stared forward as if he were trying to burn holes in the space around them; Haunter's equivalent of pouting.