Despite the intelligence that Pincher had, he was an idiot. He was a fool when it came to noticing his impact on others because in reality, despite seeing himself as an essential part of the Typhoon, Pincher felt rather infinitesimal. He felt small in the grand scheme of things, like he was just a simple pawn for bigger forces to push around and ever since being resurrected, the feeling had grown more prominent. The glowing tattoos that now marked his body were only a constant reminder of how he was once again under the control of someone despite the one controlling him no longer being his pathetic excuse of a father. For now, Pincher was simply hiding from everyone else in the cloaked darkness of the night, slipping out of the submarine with his glowing unnatural glacier blue eyes glancing over his broad shoulder towards the resting figures of his family. He wanted to sleep, to rest alongside them but he just couldn't. He never told them but his mind was haunted by the darkness he had gone through at the bottom of the ocean, the muffled cries for help echoing in his voice as he realized there were more unfortunate souls trained in the deep dark watery hell.

He was tired, his body ached and he knew he had to go out and kill to feed the hunger of the creatures that had resurrected him. But he didn't want to kill, he didn't want to slip into the midnight waves and float off to another territory to find potential victims. For once, Pincher would wanted to be by himself in the underground aquarium, his muscular ash gray figure outlined with the pale moon's silver rays, his calculative icy blue eyes locked on the ground in front of him as he was unaware of who could be lurking. But he frankly didn't care, he just needed a place to smoke in peace and let his mind settle. So, he allowed the tunnel to swallow him as he went into the unfinished aquarium, settling down on one of the bean bags that were within the dome, the wildcat pulling up a cigarette and lighting it up with a golden spark. He inhaled the warm nicotine, eyes closing for a moment as he tipped his head back to puff out a large trail of smoke out of his lips, enjoying the solitude despite the faint shrill cries that echoed within his head.

[member=1517]Luca[/member]

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Proper education had never really been something Pincher excelled at either. He had been taught many things but they were mainly focused on navigation, killing, and how to win over hearts. Anything that was outside of that was torn away by his father, Pincher remembered the voice that sounded like chalk being pressed against a board telling him that whatever dreams he had were not important to the mission. They were Rouxes. They were supposed to thrive in the organized chaos that they created without any care for the rest of the world and how they impacted them. The child had at first refused such a cruel ideology but slowly began to accept it, not minding how warm the blood would feel when it splattered his face as he ended the life of another victim. No longer was that child that carried dreams within his heart. Pincher didn't even have an actual heart, it was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean to never be found. But his emotions remained and hell, sometimes they were even heightened. Power. Ambition. Anger. Lust. Something inside him was churning and swirling with the need for him to satisfy, something dangerous.

The male's head was burning up with the voices that shrieked inside his head. When he was near the water, they would become more prominent and louder, demanding his attention but Pincher didn't want to deal with them. He glared through the bulletproof glass to the sea, aqua blue gaze narrowing as he wanted to just break through the glass and demand the attention, to face the bastards that had cursed him with immortality. For the stupid title of demigod. He didn't feel like one. However, his attention was broken when he heard footsteps with his jet black ear turning briefly towards the direction but not tearing his gaze away. He used to be cautious but now he didn't mind if he found ten knives embedded into his back. Then he heard the voice and it caused his eyelids to flutter, hardened gaze turning into slits as he turned his head ever so slightly towards Luca, catching sight of the hellhound with the ivory wings. Pincher remained silent, deciding not to respond but with a small puff of pale white smoke floating out of his lips as he exhaled. "Luca. How are you?" His voice was low and monotone, contradicting the soft tone that the hellhound offered as he watched the hellhound settle down beside him, almost touching but Pincher didn't let that get under his skin. He was used to being flirted with but since he was with Jacob, he was prepared to take a step back if needed. The last thing he wanted was to make another mistake with love. Not again.

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Pincher hated authority figures that were above him. It was the reason why he enjoyed being on top and only on top did he find any happiness and self-satisfaction. With his past filled with being told what to do and not what to do, the hunger to be his own ruler had been manifesting into something twisted and dark inside him that only calmed down when he was the one barking out orders. In everything, Pincher enjoyed being the one to state that he was the first and above all as if that would fill the empty unsatisfied cup of his desires. He had begun to allow himself to relax from his mission to reach his amibitions ever since having Goldenluxury and Coldblue, realizing that there was more to life than just work and accomplishment. He had a family now, a large one that he had to be with or he would just be another deadbeat father that was not there for his children. He had been that in the beginning due to the haunting fears of losing them after his precious firstborns had been killed and he had been unable to do anything about it. But Pincher was the captain of the Typhoon now, a growing civilization filled with various types of beings and personalities that despite the differences, meshed together to create what it was now. The male remembered when it had just been a few of them such as Argus and Lilyspoise by his side as well as others but it was good to see everyone was being able to pull their own weight and show promise for the future of the crew.

Pincher caught sight of the falter in Luca's demeanor but made no comment for now, simply continued smoking with the nicotine rings flowing out of his lips casually since he had done it a thousand times. He briefly allowed his icy gaze to flutter closed as he enjoyed the relaxing taste of it, ignoring the warnings that his family had stated about smoking. He had died and come back as immortal, little sticks weren't going to be the death of him. Pincher heard the voice of Luca answer but it didn't sound as confident as he usually heard it to be in public and his eyes slowly opened as he turned to look down at the male, silence filling the air after he noticed Luca scoot closer to the point that he bumped against him. Pincher remained still like a glacier before slowly shifting to curl his long coal black tail around the other to pull him closer while his head leaned down to the point that his muzzle was a few centimeters away from Luca's. It looked like the demigod was ready to press a kiss but all he gave was "Why have you been crying, Luca?" His calculative hardened blue eyes had caught sight of pain that touched the hellhound's face and he wondered what had happened. As he waited for a response, Pincher drew his head away to straighten his lean form, waiting to see if Luca was willing to open up to him.

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Pincher was a cruel player. He only needed a few seconds of observations to figure out what made a being tick and twitch. Some confused it as love or friendship, believing that Pincher cared for them. But he was not. His mind had been trained to focus on finding weaknesses in anyone that dared to be around him and especially ones that decided to find the demigod by themselves, believing they would find warmth in his actions and words. But Pincher was more like ice, freezing you slowly to a state of exhaustion and collapsing into the numbing sensation of being too tired to fight back. It was a slow and delicate method that Pincher had used to get what he wanted or craved but he didn't want to do that to Luca. He didn't want to wrap the hellhound in a false security that Pincher cared or carried any sentimentality for the other male despite there being an odd attraction between the two that he couldn't exactly place his paw on. it wasn't anything sexual because he already had Jacob and wanted to be loyal only to him and no one else but something about Luca caused Pincher's interest to peak and like a shark, he had swam in silence in the situation before lashing out and sinking his teeth with the question. Was it bad that he was intruding? That he was questioning Luca even though they barely knew each other and their relationship was rather strained due to the beginning start of Luca joining the Typhoon? Did he care? Part of him was empathetic and understood but the darker, crueler side of him did not want to care. But he didn't let that show and he was trying to be better even if the old habits haunted him.

As Luca began to explain himself, jumping to the excuse of weed being the reason his rose pink eyes appeared glazed with tears, Pincher remained dead silent. When with someone privately, Pincher was a rather shy reserved male and only spoke when he believed it was right. The smooth talking was just a facade he pulled in the public so everyone that wasn't close to him would believe he was doing fine, that he was just perfect. His left fictional eyebrow quirked upward as the only response at first, watching with a hawk-like gaze onto Luca as the demon turned away and allowed silence to drift between them, almost tempting Pincher to say something but he knew he should wait for Luca to admit it. They always broke. It seemed that Luca began to explain in a somewhat vague explanation. A lot of things. He could understand that with his leadership, family, personal demons, and other duties that plagued his attention and thoughts. He blinked twice as his gaze locked back onto the misty gaze of Luca, noticing the color had changed to a pale shade of baby blue which caused his curiosity to peak even more. "What happened then? You can tell me but only if you feel safe in doing so." The gentleman rumbled with his tone hinted with a warm lace of comfort as he tipped his head ever so slightly to the side, the smoke from his cigarette dancing around him.

Then it appeared that Luca had shifted to attempt to change the subject, suddenly pushing the question for Pincher to focus on. A small frown twitched on his muzzle as he realized this but he decided to play along as he answered "No, I don't. Why would I? You're upset, there's nothing wrong with that." The dark jaguar shifted back as well, loosening his tail around the hellhound and withdrawing it back as he heard the next statement, rather taken back by it. His own jet black ears slightly pinned against his skull as he bit down on his cigarette before pulling it into his mouth and swallowing it, a small puff of final smoke flowing out of his muzzle before turning back to Luca. "I'm not pulling a stunt to make you go away. I just wanted to make sure." He rumbled as he raised a large paw to rub off some ash from his snow-white chest as he sucked in a small breath. He knew that Luca was probably irritated at the move he had pulled but it was something Pincher tended to do, breaking barriers to get a closer look into what he wanted.

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