#reallynxley

 ❝ You're welcome! ❞

Float pulled out his notepad. ❝ I actually draw a lot in my spare time, you wouldn't have the time to model for me would ya? ❞

It shouldn't take long, —20 minutes tops. Pawbert could talk, move around slightly within reason, didn't matter really. Float just needed a rough draft.

"A kiss on the hand my be quite continental But diamonds are a girl's best friend~"

It was an easy number in this smokey little lounge that she's more than sure is being used for money laundering. Not that she's one to question the hand that's feeding her. Money is money, especially money that allows her to keep up her preferred lifestyle. Golden fur fluffed up and dress swirling around her paws, Mehitabel gives a laugh into the mic.

"A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental On your humble flat, or help you at the automat Men grow cold as girls grow old And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shape These rocks don't lose their shape Diamonds are a girl's best friend~!"

Head falls when he's escorted into visitation room. Who would be coming to see him was beyond Pawbert, but the moment he sees familiar face he can't help but try and avoid any actually eye contact as he took a seat across from Anvi. And there's a sigh at her disbelief. "If you ask me, it is." That's for a legal argument though, incase there was any further arguing these accusations he didn't need to give them any more reason to keep him here.

"Thats a load of shit, and we both know it." Anvi's tone was sharp, but her expression wasnt angry. It was hurt.

"Id almost expect this from the others, your dad." There was a slight glare toward the door he'd come from, knowing somewhere behind it was Pawberts father. The 'help' in a family always heard more than they were given credit for...she heard and saw how Milton treated his younger son.

Her gaze softened when she looked back at her....were they friends? She thought they'd been. "But not you"

"No part of this discussion... demands for you to touch me," he says while swatting the other's hand off of his shoulder. John never did like the ones with sleazy connections touching him, even those without would often get a look.

Kissy Kissy prompts [x]

❀- A loud yelp of surprise and borderline instinctual fear ripped from the tiny bunny when she was grabbed in the middle of basically shouting back and forth with the Lynx. Judy had gotten irritated as she often did by his attitude--especially on top of being STUCK there in that house with him for months and this had been the result.

While she expect some form of TYPICAL aggressive reaction by the way he had grabbed her, what she didn't expect was him to pull her into a kiss. One she had no hope in hell of escaping from really given the size difference.

Judy froze almost immedietly--her body tensing as a surge of adrenaline and electricity shot through her. Her brain short circuiting so badly in the moment from sheer CONFUSION and lingering fear--that when he pulled back she just stared at him with flattened ears and a twitching pink nose, unable to even process the other emotion it made her feel.

There comes a soft churr — a triplicate sound that emanates not from her mouth from from the general vicinity of her chest, placed somewhere near a growl but softer, lighter, pitched more towards the front of her body and higher in her throat. It is something almost feline, vaguely alike to that of the quasi-familiar sounds of larger cats, but not quite. The scales betray that much, but it comes with an echo that is larger than it should be, a repetition just off enough to leak with variation. It makes the crystals on her chest, delicately arranged into a necklace and stitched into her dress like sleet slicked off the fabric, shiver.

"Really?" There comes the fin flick again, a small movement, even as the rest of her remains still. Miranda has a decent grasp on these things — all the fine breeding of her heritage and her upbringing and the long, painful hours put into it, all dedicated to crafting her into a creature of these moments, she likes to imagine, at least. She takes the bait for the joke, slowly turns the adjacent corner of her mouth upwards, just a touch, tries to lighten the mood.

( She's the only one present with scales, but she doesn't mind that so much. She's used to it, by now; it's what she's here for. Making connections, introducing herself, her people, representing something larger than the gesture itself. When all else fails, money talks, and she has more than enough to spare for any idle conversation. )