More anger and fear flowed out, and small anxiety from a little fox now. Roho realized that the entire council was staring straight at them, waiting for one to speak. And he assumed from the new anxiety they mainly stared at the smaller fox... Being edgy and realizing this could be an interesting way to start an adventure worth his time, he walked in and sat down cross-legged on the side wall, exploring all the peoples' auras of life for emotion. Very few even took the time to look at Roho, with the exception of a few friends in the council and a glance from one of the group's members. He waved back at Dessum and another close friend of his. He was surprised to see a red aura of death radiate from the larger foxes' scythe before the crowd, and perked his eyebrow at this.
He sat and flipped through emotions as a sense of anxiety rose from all of them. They were getting impatient... and he WAS impatient. Roho stood up and flapped his wings once in uncomfort. One of the Angels filled with fear and looked down at his own legs with a blank look. Roho had enough of the waiting and snapped his finger twice. Only about half of them cared, including the group of mixed Demons, who looked at him, "What I wish to know is what could possibly be worth saying NOTHING over? Perhaps none of you noticed, but half an hour has passed staring at eachother! If you stare at eachother because this is important, then it is quite important enough to speak over!," he quieted down, noticing the attention of most of them. He ignored the Angels in the chamber. He walked over to the side of the motley group and asked, "What are your names? I can guess one of them, but I need to know more..."
Roho blushed under his fur as he saw both scowls and smiles from the Angels. He saw one of the group clear their throat and begin to speak...
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