Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

haha yes, nice start between them. ^^; If you don't mind we can keep things in this thread, Me! Charon being Charon and all.

Charon's eyes narrowed when Osprey calmly said that people usually start with greetings. It stung that she would introduce him as an 'old friend', because it made Charon feel like he used to be at some point. Part of him knew that he was being irrational, but he couldn't just stop being so right now, right? He was certainly not planning to apologise, if that's what she was thinking. Charon was definitely caught off guard by her stoic response, though, because he figured that she would be the one to say that she was sorry and back down from this challenge; that she would own up to her obvious mistakes. But she didn't, and the fact that she acted as if he was being irrational frustrated him further, because he certainly didn't like being pointed to his own mistakes.

"Yeah, well, usually people own up to their promises," Charon spat out, his hackles raised and his tail curled over his back in defiance. Charon shot the dude she was with a dirty look, daring him to say anything, but luckily he just muttered that he would wait. Charon was glad at least that the guy decided not to accept Osprey's 'generous offer' for Charon to leave, and instead offered to wait, or whatever. "Aren't you going to fucking introduce your friend, too?" Charon hissed, his voice cracking up a little towards the end, showing some of the hurt and vulnerability that he was desperately trying to hide with his dominant stature. " 'Cause isn't that what people usually do?" His preening eyes turned to the youth, younger than himself, in their midst, waiting for either Osprey or the guy to say something (though he guessed that it would be Osprey). Charon held his dominant posture, though he didn't make a move to come closer to either of them. He ignored Osprey's suggestion, because he thought it ridiculous that a Jarl of his stature would have to wait for an audience with a friend that had just twisted a dagger in his heart.