07-24-2018, 01:20 PM
[size=9pt]Moon wasn't the one to shout, either. Some might say it's something he'd do, but he might say that they should shut the fuck up and get to know him better. He wasn't as dumb as he looked; when he spotted Myliu, quite literally on thin ice, he'd frozen in his step and avoided making even the slightest of noises. This was clearly some magical shit, but it was also clearly some dangerous shit, and one distraction would bring the kid 6 foot under.
Alas, the shout. A brief noise, and Moon's too enthralled in the sight before him to even glance in the voice's direction. Instead, he steps forward, one paw outstretched, as if he only had to reach forward and grab the kid by the scruff to save him from the water's depths. But he couldn't, and he didn't. Instead, he watched, too far away to do anything, as Gabriel thrashed through the lake after the boy. On edge, the lion stumbled to a halt at the shore and waits for Myliu to arrive.
"Jesus, kid," He pants, eyes scanning him for any potential injuries, though he's not sure what cut or gash water can cause. The lion doesn't even spare his face a glance; truthfully, he couldn't give less of a fuck how he looked. You can't get uglier than Feathers.
"You alright? Do you need me to get you something?" Says the lion, in medic mode. As he speaks, he slowly picks up on the youth's body language, the eeriness with which he carries himself, and Moon instantly cuts off his Worried Halo spiel. He purses his lips, glances back at Gabriel in the water, silently hoping that he'll know what to do. He'd say something, but he's not entirely sure what he can say. He's about the least experienced you can possibly be with this supernatural shit. Another power, another thing he can't help with.
Alas, the shout. A brief noise, and Moon's too enthralled in the sight before him to even glance in the voice's direction. Instead, he steps forward, one paw outstretched, as if he only had to reach forward and grab the kid by the scruff to save him from the water's depths. But he couldn't, and he didn't. Instead, he watched, too far away to do anything, as Gabriel thrashed through the lake after the boy. On edge, the lion stumbled to a halt at the shore and waits for Myliu to arrive.
"Jesus, kid," He pants, eyes scanning him for any potential injuries, though he's not sure what cut or gash water can cause. The lion doesn't even spare his face a glance; truthfully, he couldn't give less of a fuck how he looked. You can't get uglier than Feathers.
"You alright? Do you need me to get you something?" Says the lion, in medic mode. As he speaks, he slowly picks up on the youth's body language, the eeriness with which he carries himself, and Moon instantly cuts off his Worried Halo spiel. He purses his lips, glances back at Gabriel in the water, silently hoping that he'll know what to do. He'd say something, but he's not entirely sure what he can say. He's about the least experienced you can possibly be with this supernatural shit. Another power, another thing he can't help with.
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