Surprisingly, Pincher did not paritcularily wanted to be here. It was a shocker really that someone like himself (a lover for parties and fun celebrations) was struggling to convince himself to actually come to the blind dating event that had been created for the two groups. It was rather odd how different they were in reality. A snowy landscape combining forces with one that lived on an islad that was usually always covered in warm sun rays. He didn't enjoy traveling so far especially when he could be spending time with his crewmates in doing their own thing, their own wacky odd traditions. He wanted to remain at first but after hearing who was going to be leading the event and making sure it ran smoothly, an inner spark of curiosity burned inside his chest. He was not sure what the hell the feeling was nor why he felt it towards the Snowbounder but no matter how much he tried to think of it, he could never place his paw on what it was. Nervousness? For what exactly? Pincher didn't do nervousness. It wasn't like him and he didn't understand why it held him back and why he had tried to make it an excuse to staying behind while some of his members had decided to travel to the event. His mind stormed and echoed the question over and over, playing like a broken record until the pirate could no longer take it. He ended up preparing for the event, his appearance slowly molding into one of the more attractive versions of Pincher. And with that, the tall canine stalked after his crewmates with his arctic blue eyes locked forward onto the path. Might as well have fun when he got there.
As he slowly arrived at the ongoing voices and conversations that were tossed into the cold air, his velvety pointed ears pricking as he picked up his pace, his coffee brown splattered paws trying to avoid sinking into the snow too much. Tiny silver snowflakes outlined the lean figure of the captain as he stepped into the main tunnel where everyone was mingling, his vibrant sapphire blue eyes flickering around with a faint expression of surprise at how the event looked. Cozy yet classy, something around his taste and it caused a faint suave smirk to lace his jaws as he stepped in, halting for a moment to give his short obsidian pelt a light shake. He looked quite the same, nothing extraordinary but around his neck hung a glossy skinny tie that was a striking shade of electric blue, matching his eye color. The scarred doberman carried the scent of sea salt and coconut, a mixture that was somewhat accidental and somewhat on purpose as he walked calmly into the crowd of socialization. He was glancing around, a bit distracted as he searched for someone in particular but noticed London for a split second. She was quite cute, someone he certainly wouldn't mind charming. He bit softly against the matchstick that hung from his lips, humming softly as he simply kept listening to the various social comments that were being made. The most recent one seemed to come from a Snowbounder he did not recognize and was speaking to his Officer. He tipped his head ever so slightly as the obsidian male halted beside Argus, glancing towards her with a sly knowing grin at her statement of "jungle juice". The lovely reference that only the Typhoon crewmates were able to either laugh or growl at. "Yeah we live in a jungle. Well technically some members do, most live on the bay area of Paradis Island. It's hot as fuck there, that's all you gotta know. Names Pinch-" Before he was able to finish, his wandering luminous gaze locked onto the figure that he had been searching for. The soft fur and the sweater snatched his attention and forgetting what he was saying, the lean Romanian walked off towards the direction of the newly appointed Chief of the tribe.
The sound of his footsteps began to become softer as he grew near, drowned by the various voices that bounced against the tunnel walls as he crept behind Jacob. His casual cocky smirk turned to one of devilish mischief as he crept a little closer, his sleek muscular form in a prowling stalking position though he hesitated for a bit when he realized that Jacob had been asking if he would becoming to the event to Lilyspoise. Yet, not wanting to miss the opportunity of having a little fun, Pincher finally reached a good distant behind Jacob and suddenly rushed forward to bump playfully against the other canine, his shoulder aiming to press against the one of Jacob's. "You really think I'd miss this? I don't think so, mate. Besides, I've been meaning to find myself a good girl to have fun with." Pincher stated lightly, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat as the doberman smirked lightly, enjoying the feeling of the wolfdog before stepping back a bit to not push Jacob too hard. The playful side of Pincher slowly ebbed away as he turned his full attention towards Jacob, a surprisingly warm grin touching his muzzle as he locked his oceanic blue eyes with Jacob's. Surprisingly the nervousness he felt was now coming differently. He felt as if a swarm of butterflies were trapped inside his chest and stomach and not wanting to look like a fool just standing and staring there, Pincher forced himself to tear his gaze away and question "So where do I sign up? I'm looking for a...romantic relationship." His deep voice carried a small trace of hesitation yet he simply decided to glance towards London though he wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to anymore. Play it cool, play it fucking cool. The sharp voice of his father crackled inside his mind and it forced Pincher to stand a little straighter, his excited expression now becoming one of cool suave behavior. Play it cool.