If Taira were bothered in the slightest by Tiche's unprovoked taunting of him, he certainly did not show any signs of it.
His muzzle barely twitched as he stared at her nonchalantly with eerie red eyes.
"Have I perhaps poked a nerve?" She sneered back with unveiled satisfaction.
"Was that your goal?"
"My goal was truth. Getting underneath your skin is only an added benefit."
"A pity then that neither was accomplished." Taira lay his head back on the ground and rested atop his own paws- showing a complete lack of concern or interest.
In a surprising twist, he proved to be the one who succeeded in getting under her skin instead of the other way around.
Tiche's dislike of her distant relative was quickly turning into a game of morbid pettiness.
"Why do you insist that we are going to meet some horrible end?" Vermeil suddenly asked.
