THE HUMAN RADIO // open, head stuck in bag

[coldblue]

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"Probably best to leave him, glow-boy," says the youth in a freezing tone.

Frigid blue eyes narrow upon the sight of Caesar. The antagonist male is recognizable even in that comical guise of a seagull. Unabashed in his obvious hatred for the officer, Coldblue does not even deign to subdue to glee he feels upon seeing Caesar's skinny little legs scuttling around, wings flapping madly as he tries to get the plastic bag off of his head. The young Roux inclines his head in a subtle nod of greeting towards Connor, but he otherwise does not pay much attention to the weird and glowy, yet oddly good-looking, tomcat. Okay, maybe a little attention. A simple upwards and downwards sweep of his gaze that is executed so casually that most people would not even detect it. Blue cannot help but be a bit curious of strangers. Especially ones who are nice to look at. As a pretty person, Blue appreciates pretty people.

A haughty, lopsided smirk decorates his handsome features; the soft roundness of kittenhood giving way to the chiseled angles of adolescence which only enhances his naturally exuded arrogance. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he says in regards to Caesar's tragic plight. Blue nearly laughs at his own words--even he finds it hard to keep a straight face when reciting cheesy lines from movies and novels. regardless, the boy chose his words with purpose. Was only days before that the seagull was a furry yellow bastard trying to weasel his way to the Captain's chair? So, yes, how the mighty have fallen. It most certainly fits. "Are you so weak that you cannot get a bag off of your own head? Where has all your capability gone?" Blue taunts, fully aware that Caesar's functionality was left in the body of the yellow cat. "Tragic."