The definition of Evil

He stares at her for a moment before he blinks repeatedly.

"I don't mind giving you the bed, but you are going to sleep now? It was more of a warning than a order or anything of that nature. Hmm...and yes, we are going to the market in the morning, when you are ready."

He looks to her before leaning back again, relaxed and once more closing his eyes. "Thinking a bit huh...fair enough I suppose."

As he lays there, he stares to the moon outside. The mouse on his shoulder is already quite relaxed, as he himself begins to just drift into thought. He remains quiet, not knowing what more he can or should say. An awkward silence begins to grow as the two lay there. The mouse squeaks at him as he sits there, breaking the silence. The boy sighs and continues to stare out the window, ignoring the mouse.

The mouse looks up to her and starts squeaking again. She hears a voice in her head as it squeaks. "Trust me young lady, there ain't much ta figure out if I'm talking to ya. I'm just tying to break the silence ya know? The jungle is quiet enough without you both acting like Hellen Keller. Plus, do me a favor, relax. It's tough enough to survive if you keep a positive attitude. If ya look gloomy like that, some of the sickos in this place are gonna eat you alive, but that's jus' my opinion."

He sits in front of the woman and looks at Marron again.

"Star, cmon, stop being so shy! Where is your manners? Ya gotta be polite to the young lady. Has livin with me for so long made ya forget how to hold a conversation? Sorry, Marron isn't used to dealing with people. He really needs to up his people skills though, especially if he's working in a team."

The boy simply sighs again as he just stares at the mouse.

"Now don't ya look at me like dat! Be a good boy and give it your best go!"

Marron just looked to Riley and uttered under his breath a 'hi' before looking down at his feet. The mouse squeaks happily as he looks to the girl again.

"Good boy...see, he can do it if he tries. Sigh, at least he was polite enough to close his eyes rather than stare at you."

Marron looks at her for a moment and nods his head. "Don't apologize. I don't believe players get to choose their appearances. It's not really your fault. Sigh....I won't stare at you, don't worry, it was more of the fact that you were exercising, sleeping, taking a bath, and dying today. Staring at you would have been rude, especially during any of these points in time. If it bothers you, try getting your equipment upgraded. In that event it should help you out with the coverage, as well as help you with defense and your ability to survive. ...Ah, as for earlier, I didn't get your permission to pick you up. Sorry."

He looks to her direction, a little confused. "I see...alright then. I suppose I'm just used to dealing with touchy people. Also, I won't feel uncomfortable, especially not for something you can't control. In the long run, just decide what you want to do. If worst comes to worst, use a mantle. It will probably help with coverage, and doing combat, you can simply take it off."

He blinks at her for a few moments before looking to the mouse and nodding. "What do you mean by rude or uncaring? How would you be either?"

He takes a deep breath and mutters a small, "One thing at a time." under his breath. He looks over to her again as he stands up. He lifts up the thing behind him that he had worn for travel purposes.

"You see this here? The cape like thing? This is a mantle. It's kind of live a cape that goes around your shoulders and covers almost your entire body. It can have a hood, which proves useful for when it rains. Hmm...when I wear it looks like...think of little red riding hood. Make sense now?"

He turns his head and looks out the window for moment before he turns his head to the mouse who is glaring at him. He sighs and walks over to her, throwing the mantle over her head.

"Take it, it's yours. It's a little worn, but it works well. You're lucky, your mom seems like an interesting person to say the least. Hmm...umm..."

He looks over to the mouse who is still glaring at him before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

"You aren't unwomanly. You have fine...assets. You're fine as you are, and...very pretty, at least in my opinion. Forget what other people think. If they are from other ethnicity's, then they realize that some things are different from their culture, and they themselves need to be accepting of that. Besides, from their knowledge, we can't pick our avatars either way. As for feminists, I honestly don't know much about them, but if they are vouching for equal freedom, then they would be offended more at the fact that the game forced you to wear that. Not you wearing it because you wanted to, I think they'd be supportive of that. As for me, I don't mind it, it's me tying to be polite, so it isn't your fault. Finally, for the rambling. It's alright...I'm not upset about it. I don't mind listening, it's easier than talking. So...umm...feel better?"

He awkwardly begins to pat her on the back as the mouse finally stops glaring. He gives a sigh of relief as he sits down. "Right then..."

He gives a small blush as he rubs his head, a little embarrassed. "No...it's...It's just that I don't know HOW to comfort a person. I didn't mean to sound like I was forcing myself or anything. I'm just not used to this..."

He listens to her as she talks about her family and relaxes. "Hmm...your family sounds...nice. It seems fun."

Marron sighs again as things become awkward. He looks at her and nods.

"Doesn't that hurt? Hmm...well, I suppose that this has become awkward. Quite frankly, I don't know what to say. If it'll makes things easier, ask me whatever you want to know, it doesn't matter what."