[nyme]

I'M TOO SMOOTH, YOU NEVER SEE ME COMING
NEVER IN A HURRY, I'M JUST MOVIN' FAST

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REDFACE . 29 MOONS . HE/HIM . WINDCLAN?

Redface is silent, staring. He wonders if he maybe did it, bam, assuaged whatever harsh feelings she must have been holding onto to still feel responsible for what'd happened all these moons later, but...doubtful. He might've boasted otherwise, once, but he's really not that guy. Mister Talks-So-Smooth-It'll-Melt-Your-Problems-Away. Maybe nobody can be that kind of guy for a matter like this.

Oh, well. She's inviting him to give the hacking and wheezing a rest, and even though it's a real kick to his pride, he does need it. So—yeah. He's silent. Staring.

His own discomfort about the situation, he can deal with. He should be uncomfortable. Earned it fair and square. But just what did this kid do to deserve looking so damn crestfallen? One might think their circumstances had been flipped. He picks at the ground restlessly. What in the world is there, that could fix this? Why isn't it an easy thing to know? They should teach classes on this somewhere in between learning how to hit cats and kill prey.

Redface stretches a paw out and bats at the younger warrior's tail. Then makes this watery, wordess rumble just to confirm that's him doing all that. Then he continues to keep swatting.

@Idiotic.Bean101 ; LEOPARDFLIGHT