LONELY PRESS PLAY / o, joining

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Finding strangers in his home was becoming sort of a treasure hunt for him. It could either be a potential joiner seeking shelter within the ranks of the crew or someone that was going to threaten the "peace" that glued the members together to at least tolerate each other. He was rather bewildered on how some managed to come to the island when the only land based connection was a simple stretch of land that Pincher tried to secure as much as possible. But he knew that there were always cracks to a system and he made a mental note to get that shit figured out as the male had just finished setting up plans for the upcoming meeting. A slight headache was beginning to buzz inside his skull, a feeling that was beginning to become like an old friend to Pincher. He shouldn't have drank so much in the morning but Pincher had been craving at least four shots of vodka before going out to face the world and it's bullshit.

With the bittersweet tang of the alcohol now sticking to his tongue, the leader had decided a light stroll and fishing didn't sound too bad. As he trekked through the long hills of cream-colored sand, the male halted to sink his teeth into an ivory colored cigarette, the orange end being softly gnawed as Pincher used a small spark of electricity to light it up, inhaling and exhaling puffs of smoke. Hopefully, it would soften the irksome headache as he continued walking, giving brief greetings to whoever passed his way. He was soon to arrive at a close fishing spot near the more crowded side of the coral reef shores when he heard an oddly peculiar voice call out, the sea winds slightly muffling the voice but he managed to catch most of it. Deciding to see who it was, the broad-shouldered charcoal canine stalked away from his task and headed after Cronas as he noticed the young child already introducing themselves to a brown-eyed feline.

Pincher's cool facial features twisted to one of disbelief at the comment. Visit? He wrinkled his pepper black nose at the stranger, piercing icy blue gaze locking onto the brown eyes though he became distracted by the odd blue circle that was at the side of Connor's temple. The hell was that? His curiosity tended to get him side-tracked by the doberman quickly folded back to his focus as he snorted and stated flatly "Do we look like a fucking hotel to you? We don't do visits." Especially with possible enemies trying to infiltrate the crew's hierarchy. He went to halt beside Cronas, his figure slightly leaning to protectively place a paw in front of the child.

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