User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20180218051709/@comment-30014014-20180302063215

Firstly, his attention is brought to the cup, almost immediately after mimicking the words of parchment desire...almost as if she heard and understood him. Seeking to jump over the glass for a clandestine sip. her whisper dances on his antennas, prompting the butterfly to...well not freeze, but eye her a bit closer "Ok, did she just speak in a coincidental way or---

Gladus just now spots the way she observes him. Every wing flap, antenna twitch, head nook, all watched with a certain degree. And then it hits him: she can understand him "She totally translated  me, didn't she? Ok, a test...a drink first". He lands on the top of the glass and extands the protusion that serves as his mouth, somehow able to reah deep inside the cup. A microscopic suction noise is heard for those very near the glass to hear.

He stops, having taken his fill for now. His tiny head fixates the girl looking back. Once again, his body language starts speaking as his voice. His frontal paws rub forward, his antennas dance a bit "Ok, if you can understand what i say, reach for my paw with your index". As he acts his words, a tiny paw is stretched towards her, slightly curled downward.

"I see" comments Alex, her arms crossed for a fleeting moment. She takes a glance at the fool, who was almost fixated on his companion confused at the sight of someone else understanding his body language. Of course, sensing her stare, he returns the gaze, a slight throw of his hand forward "Go ahead, I'm long past this...unfortunate part of my life. It'll be a display of trust, if one can call it that".

"Right..." she returns her stare towards Antoinette with hands going back to her knees "I'm not going into too much detail, as I rather not sour this evening too much, but, essentially, my husband was not the clownish man he is right now. Each of us have something to hide, perhaps a blemish or a mistake of the past. Well, according to him, his past life was a mistake. Back from hence he came from, he told me of the different disposition he had on life, his attitude, his way and what not".

She breathes deeply, shutting her eyes for that moment before continuing on "Back then, he was less known as a clown and more known as an assassin. Well, not exactly, but from what he told me, I find it fitting to call it 'assassin'. Nothing more". There was sort of an anger in her voice upon uttering those words, obviously disturbed by what she was aware of. Even the mask attached to her left hip frowned with her sudden emotional shift.