IF CRAZY EQUALS GENIUS / o, joining

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Glacial blue eyes narrow upon the arrival of everyone's least favorite officer. Caeser never stuck Coldblue as a very good guy before, but the aftermath of Pincher's shined a very revealing light on the true nature of the male. As Rox likes to call him, the "yellow guy" rubs the young boy the wrong way. Something about him is not just an asshole, and Blue does not like it at all. A popular saying is that "there is always an ulterior motive," but it does not always apply to everyone, but it does to Caeser. There is an angle in there somewhere, and when Blue figures it out, he plans on doing something about it. It will have to wait, though, considering that the kid doesn't exactly know where to start when it comes to a secret investigation. He deepens the glare, only tearing his freezing gaze from Caesar when the stranger finally begins to speak.

First thing, he notices the extra set of eyes; a detail originally lost in his concentration to maintain the nonchalant facade. "Four eyes? Cool." In the manner of children, the youth casually offers his compliment with a mixture of boyish wonder and an attempt to be completely unaffected by how cool he thinks the stranger's appearance is. It's easy to not be sad when there's something to gawk at. Well, when the distraction doesn't ask about the dead father who is the reason why a distraction is needed, that is. Thankfully, the shock at someone merely looking at him and telling which family belongs to provides something else to focus on. "Uh, yeah, we are.." he stammers, mildly impressed. "I'm Blue, this is my sister, Goldie." Usually the boy is more formal when meeting people, but there are a lot of factors affecting him today. Suffice to say the kid is off his game.

Strange, how is constantly tugged between highs and lows. Low, when Caeser speaks. High, when cool looking strangers amaze his young mind. Blue is low again. Or perhaps boiling over with anger and annoyance is a better description for it. Blue imagines picking up the rock to the left of his paw. He imagines picking it up...and chucking at Caeser's stupid yellow head. Yes, that sounds wonderful. Something, anything, to shut that guy up. "Yes...our father passed away recently..." the boy trails off, desperately trying to think of something to say to keep him from making a snide comment to Caeser. Then, it clicks. "Did...did you say that Pincher is your brother?" Of course she did. But what Coldblue wants to know is where this relative came from. Not every day does a long lost aunt show up on your doorstep.