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ingram's smile was not returned in a way he expected. instead she seemed to become even more distant. well fuck. his grin slowly melts off of his face like ice held under a flame and he looks at her once more with a mixture of confusion and, well frankly, sadness. ingram thought highly of himself in a way that he thought his presence ought to be enjoyable for anyone.. but furi sure didn't seem happy.

she dropped a weighty monosyllablic answer and ingram is left struggling for a witty rejoinder. why couldn't he be more like lycaon, with a tongue as keen as a raptor's beak? he wilted a little bit then. "ohh." he repeated, his tail waved in a half-hearted gesture. his eyes lit up as he thought of his next question. "d'you guys win?" cue idiotic grin again.