@la_espada:*Opens dictionary* [Just in case you're on when I post this, I can't reply again until tomorrow, sorry]
Mistro was used to the shock people had when seeing a giant talking mouse, it was sort of a normal thing that he encountered upon meeting new people. Even so, his shock only lasted for a few seconds, his face sort of stopped showing emotion after that. No matter Santi's facial expression, the mouse was here for information so he listened to Santi's answer, hanging on every word.
Even with his incredibly sensitive hearing, he was absolutely determined to pull every bit of information he could from each and every word, he felt as if he couldn't listen hard enough.
The first answer was chalked up to a loss in Mistro's mind. Santi gave an answer as if we he were a politician, it was pretty much flawless, the opposite of what he wanted, the mouse king needed slip-ups, he needed information. Sadly, he had a feeling that Santi was a grade-A socialite, and had pretty much full control.
Then, something slightly different from all the others he had met, it seemed as if Santi were studying him, rather than looking down on him. "It's fine, really, most people just make a joke about my height." He said as he took a big sip of chocolate milk.
"Hello Santiago, I'm Mistro." The Master mouse said with an innocent smile on his face, as he shook Santiago's hand.
"Sorry for prodding man, this must be tough for you, I don't think you'd be drinking otherwise." He took a moment to calm down, this whole situation was scary for him, he was so bad at social interactions, and this dude was some sort of social savant. "I'm sure you guys all work really hard over at Avalon, It's sort of crazy how she managed to balance the work with Vigilanteism.Oh, and what exactly is it you do over there, if you dont mind me asking?"
Mistro took a big bite of cheese, and changed his face features to look innocent, as if he had no idea what he was doing.
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