Indifferent, the golden gaze that belonged to Gael -- known among the Pitt as a father who doted on his daughter.  The vulgar child shouting to the wind belonged to others.  However the Pitt viewed him, Gael offered no fondness for other children for he protected his own first and foremost.

A quick secession of words disapproved by others and Gael made a simple mental note.  He felt no biased dislike for Jervis' children -- he simply found most other children not worth his time.  He cared for Aine and set his mind and paws to other tasks.  In Noor's case, he deduced her behavior as signs of her becoming a potentially undesirable influence on others; Aine specifically, who he held standards for.

In his experience, the faerie observed children dismissive of reprehends; depending on the child individually, naturally.  Noor, Gael decided, would respond rebelliously.  The effort would be wasteful.  Instead, the vulpine inclined his head, darkened ears twitching -- the only outward sign of his immense discomfort for Astiar's new ability to barge his thoughts into others' heads.

Inky black paws settled to an absent halt.  "Has somethin' upset you?" He posed the question idly, eyes blinking absently.

Caustic never associated himself with children, except when he had to. They were a duality to him- they were potential and untapped talent, perhaps genius he could take under his wing. They were annoying though, not in a gremlin Octane sort of way, but in pure irritation. His mother had tried to chastise sympathy from Caustic about children. Children were ignorant to death and science, but they were not worth Caustic's time.
He was not a teacher. Caustic was a scientist and a legend. His time was spent better in his lab, meticulously testing his formula, administering it in small dosages to watch his lab rats die. Each night, filling gas canisters and grenades with his toxic gas.
Caustic was not obsessed and validated by his fans like Octane was, and the occasional child came to him at press conferences and conventions for his autograph, or to sign their replica masks. Caustic, like the other legends, was just as much a marketing tool for the Apex Games as they were contestants.
Caustic was more popular among older women and the men that identified themselves with his antics- both fan bases Caustic didn't pay any attention to and some he thoroughly despised. Fans were distractions from work. He tolerated it, however, the Apex Games was the one place Caustic could test his experiments, without consequence, so he tolerated it.
He could hear the child's petulant cursing from his tree house, (Tree houses? So stupid.) He couldn't cancel out the noise, and it distracted Caustic long enough from a caged rabbit to draw his attention away. He would have to figure out his own hunting soon. His captures had be be food or test subject, but could not be both.
The wolf turned, walking out and looking down at the subjects. His expression hardened, gas leaking out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. Below, they were conversing, and Caustic counted them out in his head. Two foxes, they looked similar to each other- siblings, perhaps. The dragon that greeted him upon joining was there too, and Caustic knew little about them. His mind could draw assumptions but he wanted to study the strange dragon. Cutting it open would be exhilarating.
He took in a large breath as watched the subjects below, opening his mouth to speak- "Can you make that rat silence itself?" No. That was too rude. He needed them to tolerate him, lest they turn on him and try to attack him.
The vixens he could take, but the dragon and Kydobi? Data was inconclusive. He could certainly outwit the dragon, and probably everyone here. They didn't seem to be very smart.
He came down from his home, approaching the grouping, face hardened into a furrowed frown and gas leaking from the edges on his mouth.

"What is all this noise about? It's highly distracting."

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