Bub. For a moment he allows himself to appreciate the drollness of language.
"Kit," he supplies, arguably just as short, sweet, and easy to clip to the ends of agreements between thirsty cynics. "Kit Marlowe." The remark that follows is reciprocally long-suffering, and to it he adds, "Which one, God or madness? Or both? We seem to be in a marriage between the two."
Where he's left to riddle out meaning in some of the man's slang, he'd have thought wait to be easily understood between them, but he's surprised to find the human volunteering to follow at a distance. Possibly as a watchful second set of eyes--or maybe he is just on the hunt for a hot meal and headed the same way.
Regardless, it makes Kit's offer to go ahead seem of greater import than were it him alone, and he's not sure how to feel about that. If they were to encounter anything threatening, he's not in a state to be of much use. Except, maybe, as a warmblooded diversion. He shakes his head in the negative, mussed hair tumbling on his brow. Even with attention brought to their tenuous lack of arms, he starts for the doors leading into the kitchen quarters after sharing a glance with the other. They'll soon find out if they're needed, one way or another.
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"Kit," he supplies, arguably just as short, sweet, and easy to clip to the ends of agreements between thirsty cynics. "Kit Marlowe." The remark that follows is reciprocally long-suffering, and to it he adds, "Which one, God or madness? Or both? We seem to be in a marriage between the two."
Where he's left to riddle out meaning in some of the man's slang, he'd have thought wait to be easily understood between them, but he's surprised to find the human volunteering to follow at a distance. Possibly as a watchful second set of eyes--or maybe he is just on the hunt for a hot meal and headed the same way.
Regardless, it makes Kit's offer to go ahead seem of greater import than were it him alone, and he's not sure how to feel about that. If they were to encounter anything threatening, he's not in a state to be of much use. Except, maybe, as a warmblooded diversion. He shakes his head in the negative, mussed hair tumbling on his brow. Even with attention brought to their tenuous lack of arms, he starts for the doors leading into the kitchen quarters after sharing a glance with the other. They'll soon find out if they're needed, one way or another.