Centurion Pride

___"Aww, what a cute little bunny!" Lillian shrieked, gushing as soon as Thirteen entered the room.
___The malicious snarl that framed the small Centurion's face was enough to kill on merit alone, but of course the young girl missed the gesture completely. She didn't even stop to consider what he was pulling from his tiny white carrier bag, enamored with his huge adorable furry white ears and tiny hands. By the time he'd tossed his handful of paralytic powder into the air it was already to late. Her face was complete bewildered shock as she coughed on the strange yellow concoction, her petite body shutting down almost immediately, even simple breathing suddenly a struggle.
___"Really Thirteen," Siren sighed, shaking his head as he walked in behind him.
___"You know how I feel about being touched." Thirteen reminded him, ice blue eyes fierce and unrelenting. "I'd rather die before I allow such an obvious disgrace to my Centurion pride."
___The small Alchemist folded his tiny arms across his chest and stared haughtily off into the corner, unapologetic to say the least. In his mind he was justified and blameless and no amount of reasoning would convince him otherwise.
___As indignant as Thirteen was though, he still couldn't help the fact he was beyond adorable. Like most Centurions he was just over two feet tall, eight of his twenty-eight inches being tall bunny like ears. His entire body was covered in shimmering white fur, all except the perfectly circular patch of black around his right eye. That seeming imperfection only made him all the cuter, and was even prized as a sign of good fortune. His clothing consisted of only a simple black vest and red tie, leaving his sweet little cotton tail and deceptively strong legs bare. Like most Centurions it seemed he intentionally made himself as adorable as possible, but it was common knowledge that they were never to be told such. They considered themselves warriors, and truth be told the tiny claws hiding in their hands and paws had already killed many of the disbelievers.
___"Your people have an undeniable charm and it's little wonder someone as young and inexperienced as Lillian got carried away." Siren coaxed, reaching down to pet his feisty compatriot's small furry head. "I would never ask you to disregard your pride, but please at the very least refrain from paralyzing the unknowingly offensive."
___Thirteen couldn't help but melt under Siren's patient attention, a small smile fighting to break across his face as Siren began to stroke his ears. He knew he was being manipulated and easily at that, but Siren was always his weakness. It was the only reason he'd agreed to join him on this silly escapade in the first place.
___Now to anyone watching, this whole scene would have been ludicrous, but Siren had earned Thirteen’s respect long before and the right to 'touch' him as well. If anything it spoke volumes for Siren’s character. The Aristocrat was truly blameless, always ready with the right words, quick to take action where others would merely stand aside and for this he had many powerful allies, one of which being the Centurion Alchemist he was currently engaged with. More precisely Thirteen was a Medical Alchemist as the red cross on his carrier bag clearly denoted. The chemical expertise common among Centurions was beyond abundant in Thirteen and this he prided himself on.
___"Now, would it be within your kindness to release poor little Lillian."
___"…Yeah, I guess so," Thirteen relented, blindly digging through his satchel for a few seconds. He quickly produced the necessary pods and crushed them between his tiny hands carelessly tossing the nullifying gray powder over his shoulder in her direction.
___The roam was soon filled with the angry ranting of a newly released young girl, Thirteen causally dismissing it all. He knew she wouldn’t try anything serious. Most only had to learn once before they adopted the proper deference for his kind. Still, he easily jumped the six odd feet to Siren’s shoulder, a small flip setting him lightly atop his usual perch.
___"Lillian dear, I hope you wont stay mad at my friend. I absolutely hate to see my most beautiful girl so angry." Siren coaxed, his tone the exact same he’d just used with Thirteen. She of course melted too, reluctantly walking in to his open arms for the waiting hug.
___"Now, where can we find your mother dear," Siren kindly asked, fully aware of the dwindling time left.