With his frustration he could only feel the sense of wanting to give up, though he would try his best to refrain from doing so, the male sending yet another splash into the water and failing once more. He flicked his tail in annoyance but yet would give another go. The male lifted his paw to give another blow before he heard the pawsteps and voice of Gabriel, the king cheetah lifting his head to look at the canid. He put his paw back into the water so he wouldn't splash him. To him Gabriel still looked quite odd and scary, but he wouldn't allow this guys appearance to cloud his judgement. For all he knew this guy could of been one of those guys who looked tough and mean but were actually pretty nice. "Yeah just, kind of learning how to fish." His eyes looked back over to the water where very little fish remained at at his paws. "Well, teaching myself that is." A small bit of humor in his voice, though he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He wanted to be perfect, to be able to do this without looking like a fool and he was slightly mad at himself for making himself seem like a goofy idiot who didn't know what he was doing.
To Marcellus precision was everything from the way you walked to the way you did nearly everything, hell even the way you drank water and ate. Having precise movements and being precise was all he ever wanted but between his lack of skills and limp leg, he was shit out of luck, doomed to look and walk like a fool. To do things with the help of others instead of by himself. He wanted to be able to at least something precise and right, but he was starting to think that the thought would be nothing more than a silly fantasy, a dream that would never come true. For a moment he began to loath himself, but swiftly broke himself out of the thoughts and cleared his throat.
Sitting down, the king cheetah allowed his hind to get wet. Every now and then a little water was alright, especially on a hot day like this. "What about you, do you know how to fish?" He didn't remove his gaze from the water, watching to see if any of the fish would come back, a focused expression crossing his features. "Chain, right? Marcellus." Seeing as how limited their interactions were, he would make the time to address himself to the guy properly.
To Marcellus precision was everything from the way you walked to the way you did nearly everything, hell even the way you drank water and ate. Having precise movements and being precise was all he ever wanted but between his lack of skills and limp leg, he was shit out of luck, doomed to look and walk like a fool. To do things with the help of others instead of by himself. He wanted to be able to at least something precise and right, but he was starting to think that the thought would be nothing more than a silly fantasy, a dream that would never come true. For a moment he began to loath himself, but swiftly broke himself out of the thoughts and cleared his throat.
Sitting down, the king cheetah allowed his hind to get wet. Every now and then a little water was alright, especially on a hot day like this. "What about you, do you know how to fish?" He didn't remove his gaze from the water, watching to see if any of the fish would come back, a focused expression crossing his features. "Chain, right? Marcellus." Seeing as how limited their interactions were, he would make the time to address himself to the guy properly.