you think you know about me

He had told Natyli beforehand of his idea and hadn't told anyone else of his intentions, he didn't trust anyone aside from his own sister though he did his best not to think too much on recent events. If Michael wanted him to scram and possibly die trying to go to the place where he wished to be, so be it. The draconic boy was too emotionally tired to care at the time so, he had flown most of the way out here only to stumble around as he landed onto the desert sand beneath him. This is where he would usually meet up with Aine and instead of doing their usual visits where they ran off with one another, Ry decided that maybe... He could find a place here where nobody would push him away or leave him in the dust. Sure, he'd be dragged into some chess games but... At least then, he felt like he was wanted somewhere. Aine had already seen him broken once and this would be the second time that she would see him in such a state but it wasn't because of a fight between himself and a family member... Rather being left by the only person he had ever considered a father and not even without a word to him. Just a shitty letter. That's what Trygve Roux was worth... A shitty letter... Not even a genuine farewell.

He was too hurt to be angry, he had spent several hours crying and he felt stupid for all those wasted tears. He was a fatherless bastard and the thought of anyone trying to step in to take him under their wing made him sick to his stomach. He'd never let another snake like Michael Townley slip into his life again. This he swore to himself. He was much too tired to even fight back or speak with his usual tone of sarcasm, his wings slouched against his sides as he stood there only to sit down slowly with his shoulders slumping. Elduin had been right, he wasn't much of a Roux and that was fine with him. He was sure that he'd pick up a different surname once he married one day but for now, the Roux name clung to him like a tick that refused to be removed. He opened his maw to speak "T... Trygve R...Roux... Here ta'join,"

you think you know about me

When the kodkod approached the boy, he would glance down with a nonexistent eyebrow raised though he remained silent only to listen to the other speak did the draconic Roux snort lightly "What can I say? We get 'round," Not him specifically but his relatives definitely had quite a few kids to call their own, he let out a low hum of agreement. A name was a name. It meant nothing to him at the time, he was numbed by his current emotions. Everything was silent and all he heard was static though he watched Jack's lips move... Something about the Ardent. Ry could recall himself calling the other an uglyass but other than that, the draconic boy hadn't done anything remotely bad to the Pitt. He wouldn't ever knowing that Aine and Gael were here, they were the reason he would never turn against the Pitt... Even if it was demanded of him. Shameful really... That's probably why he was a disappointment of a Roux. He rose slowly to his paws ready to follow Jack until someone else approached the scene.

Ah, the fiery vixen... Didn't her sisters want to kill him at the beginning? He couldn't recall entirely at the moment though ana amused snort left him upon hearing what she said to him "I can hold my own. Don't forget that," With a flick of his tail, he motioned to all of the burn scars that he had obtained when he had gone against Caesar. The memory of ripping off the other's tail and breaking his leg was a good memory... Probably not for the feline but definitely for Trygve. He was a bit taken back when Sweeney decided to vouch for him and put in a good word or at least, recommended that they should at least let him stay. It was true that he was known by the older members of the Pitt, a faint smirk presenting itself on his mottled face when he saw Sweeney roll her eyes at him. "Damn, didn't know you'd put in a good word for me, Weenie." He would joke with a roll of his shoulders though his attention was taken away by the sight of yet another vixen, his gaze immediately softening. That prick in his heart being discarded and a flutter rose in his chest.

Aine.

"Aine," He uttered quietly as he took a step towards her with both tufted ears perked forward, a soft smile on his maw though it faltered when she began to ask him what had happened. She knew him too well, he was a book and she had already flipped through most of his pages. Perhaps even the unwritten ones too. He opened his jaws only to close them, a nervous shuffle of his paws, only to say looking into her eyes with his own "I really do wanna join, Aine..." Perhaps, he would tell her later of what had happened. Natyli already knew and Aine was her best friend so surely, she had the right to know as well. Family. It was faint and almost foreign to him, he only clung onto a few individuals that he considered close to him. They were his family. The others were not. Feeling Aine press against his side, Trygve could feel his eyes sting slightly but he pushed it down only to return the gesture until their coats mingled with one another.

Eventually, the dubbed uglyass himself had arrived at the scene. He stared right at the behemoth before him with an unmoving form, Trygve was not afraid of what was standing in front of him nor what the other said to him. Death. Trygve had come to the Pitt knowing that would've been one of the possibilities when he had arrived there, he was an enemy and they were keen not to trust him yet here he was joining their ranks. What was he? A traitor to his family? Or simply selfish for wanting more than what the Typhoon offered him? He had left the ones back home for his own desires, a huff left him as he would finally answer "Duly noted." If he made a mistake with the Pitt, it would be his last and that was fine with him.

Finally, the last to arrive was Gael and Trygve was expecting to see the vulpine. Wherever Aine was, her father was not far behind. He wondered what it was like to have a father like Gael but the thought didn't stick around for long. The draconic jaguar was about ready to speak and throw in a half cocky comment to the vulpine but Gael's next words left the boy mute.

"There is still a place for you here, Trygve."

He wasn't the little boy from back then when Gael had let him stay within their treehouse mostly due to his injuries and Aine had enjoyed his company. Now, he was grown and had been trying to think of where he would live only to be offered a place to stay once more, Trygve bit down on his bottom lip feeling that stinging return to his eyes. He wanted to say something, he wanted to let Gael know how grateful he was despite how he didn't show it often. There was people gathered but the words had sliced into his chest like a blade, lodging itself in the cavity that Michael had left. He hadn't been expecting it but a few tears slipped down his cheeks but he lifted a paw immediately wiping them away, no, he couldn't cry in front of all these people... But he'd definitely breakdown sobbing once he had reached the safety of the treehouse. Their treehouse. Home... This was home, wasn't it? Not entirely. Natyli wasn't here. He cleared his throat letting out a weak chuckle "Thank you, Gael..." He nudged Aine a little with his body being gentle about it "For everything." A new spark rising in the boy's chest. He was silent but without much of another word, he would attempt to bring both Gael and Aine into his arms for a hug. Trygve Amadeus Roux wasn't touchy feely... But he'd make an exception.

This once.