[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color]
&
[color=fff79a]Truth[/color][/h3][/center]

Acacia would lightly slumber, unbothered by the sound of the light footsteps pattering down the ladder, probably because she hadn't really heard them. Eyes shifting as she dreamed under the light curtains of her eyelids the curl on the ends of her lips signifying something pleasant before her top half would suddenly fly up, the sound of something harsh colliding on the floor startling her awake as she breath heavily. 

"[color=f26522]Chto! Chto , chert voz'mi , chto ?[/color]" she'd speak lightly, the thick Russian accent more predominant over the foreign words she spoke.

Her footsteps slowly pattering over the attic floor as she had emerged from the warmth of her bed, a partial limp in each step as she huffed having forgotten about the previous days events and as she peeked over the railing down at the human sitting upon his rump on the floor still she'd groan, "[color=f26522]Der'mo .[/color]" 

Her process of readying to ask if he was okay had been quickly interrupted by the scraping of claws upon the wooden flooring, Truth had made little noise until that point barely phased in her still sleepy mind-set by the thud of human meeting the hard floor.