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And now for number three of the four spawned by a crackplot.
Attila wanders into the room, very slowly, his eyes darting from every little detail to every other little detail, as if taking it all in. Eventually he finds his way to a rather more open space and examines a nearby chair, fingers running over its edges roughly.
He doesn't bother to look up or introduce himself right away. There's nobody here yet; he would only be talking to himself.
Mun: yesss. Attila, the third of the Paul/Felix litter and very very attached to Alexandre. He's less cunning and sly and more violent and animalistic, but he's still got his daddy's sharp wit about him. For the most part. He just prefers punching people in the face to ripping them a new one verbally.
Attila wanders into the room, very slowly, his eyes darting from every little detail to every other little detail, as if taking it all in. Eventually he finds his way to a rather more open space and examines a nearby chair, fingers running over its edges roughly.
He doesn't bother to look up or introduce himself right away. There's nobody here yet; he would only be talking to himself.
Mun: yesss. Attila, the third of the Paul/Felix litter and very very attached to Alexandre. He's less cunning and sly and more violent and animalistic, but he's still got his daddy's sharp wit about him. For the most part. He just prefers punching people in the face to ripping them a new one verbally.