"WELL", he said clapping his paws together,
"i would say lets have a drink to celbrate awere new found peace and under standing, but looks like you two have unfinished bussness and Lizz you stink"
Romeo rolled his eyes, turning his now dark eyes to other parts of the warehouse. It was a good size, enough to keep a few cars without causing much lack of space. He shoved his hands in his pockets, blocking out their conversation in favor of his own thoughts. He knew he was being difficult, and he felt a little bad about it. Still, what did she expect when she was basically sticking him in a room with his own worst enemy? Tea and cookies? He caught Lizz's glance at him, but he didn't meet her eyes. He couldn't. He wouldn't even know what to say, how to deal with her now, in the presence of that cat.
"what me get in to truble never, but you have nothing to fear, apart from me sneaking up there for a peak", he said with a wink.
Lizz by this time had walked to the back of the wearhouse and was walking up the stairs to the house/office, stopped and looked at him eye brow raised.
"do you rember what happened last time you tried that".
"ahh yes now i do", he said rembering, he looked at romeo as if he was part of the joke and they were old friends.
"but you cant blame a male can you, but i got to it atmite pepper spray was a little ruff on the eyes and nose", he grined.
He had looked over now, electricity in his eyes. The thought of him looking at Lizz like that... it made his gentleman side absolutely furious... and on the other hand he had seen plenty of naked women in the time that Usare had been in Akhtari. All of them hungry for the power he came with... and he'd humored them, perhaps giving them the benefit of the doubt... but love had always turned into that game of greed. Most of the girls had gotten off easily, but a few had turned to run too late, and Tourniquet got a hold of them. For some reason she treated Romeo's girls worse than male spies. Of course he knew why, but neither of them cared to admit it - old feelings, fresh disappointment.
At this point he tried to force himself to relax. As annoying and as meddling as he was, Nightrod seemed to be a good guy in general... After all, Lizz trusted him... why shouldn't he? He exhaled slowly, trying to relax his muscles that were still tense, fingers itching for his gun.
He watched Lizz disappear, blinking a few times. Having calmed himself down, the guilt of having aimed a gun at one of her friends was hitting him hard. Well... he'd just have to give the guy a benefit of the doubt. Who knew? Maybe he'd help out Usare one day.
Nightrod mean wile had walked over to were a frige was it was under neath the rooms that were over head. he grabbed him self a beer and another can.
"here you go mate, even a high rank gangman can enjoy a beer", he said throwing it to romeo.
He opened his and raised it.
"to peace", he said with his same old smile and took a swig.
By reaction, one of Romeo's hands came out of his pocket and caught the can in a solid grip. He flicked his ears forward, examining the label. Beer was not on his favorites list, but it HAD been a long time since he'd had one... Then he remembered there was still work to be done and shook his head, setting the can down on a nearby end table that seemed like it was used to being covered in auto repair tools.
"Sorry... Not my thing."
He didn't really mean the sorry part, but added it out of courtesy. He glanced around and found an old chair nearby, and went to sit on it when Nightrod spoke again.
"look after those fox's, there good at what they do and are good anthros to depend apon, i wont medle in what has gone on, but try not to kill them for something stupid" he said with a more meaningful smile.
He had only touched the chair when the cat started, but was sitting comfortably by the time his request was over. It was kind of... insulting that he would think that Romeo would ever kill either of the foxes for a reason that didn't deserve it. Tourniquet, however.... was a hair trigger. It was hard to tell what she was thinking sometimes.
He nodded, only half conscious of what he was doing. Then Nightrod went into a recollection of their last - and only - encounter and he groaned slightly, feeling the anger rising up in him again. Why couldn't he just shut up about that? Still, seemed like it was just a sort of "wow what good times" kind of thing, and Romeo listened without much protest. It surprised him, therefore, when the cat said something about trying to learn one of his techniques - flicking the magazine out of the gun with enough speed to knock someone out cold. At this, the wolf finally tilted his head, interested. Apparently he couldn't do it, although he was trying.
"Heh."
He hesitated, a sort of sly smile on his face now.
"Well, that's one thing I'm not going to just show you. Gotta have some kind of advantage next time, don't you think?"
For some reason, he couldn't really think of a reason not to like the guy. He reached into one of his pockets and took out his box of cigarettes - his third in so many dozens of minutes - and his lighter. He lit one, took a swig from it, and exhaled the smoke with the sigh of relieved stress. As an afterthought, he looked at Nightrod and raised the box a little in an offering if he wanted it.
