07-25-2018, 05:28 PM
The afternoon sun near the hemisphere in the tropics was probably not the most desirable place to lay under while working with a small metal circle made of all sorts of scraps from his lab that he had begun to sand down while sitting outside of his treehouse so he would get the home dirty since he had heavily renovated just to add two rooms just for Captain to sleep in and the other for whatever sort of hobby's he wanted to pursue in life, whether the pirate stuff would continue or he would move onto other things would be his own choice. Perhaps Plane had went a bit overboard, but that's what a father did, right? He wasn't all to sure since his own father hadn't done anything like this for himself and beat him the day he found out about his experimenting as a boy not much older than Cap himself. The mere thought of him caused his sanding to be a bit more vicious as he glared towards the sea, his thoughts swirling and bubbling before a cool breeze managed to brush it from his mind in favor of setting down the metal ring down in a small box for now as he finished said work for that day, opting instead to find where his son had wandered off to.
Paws lead him toward the beach, his bag crinkling with his movements while he looked at a few figures a couple of feet off, though the distance kept him from making to much out of it until he moved closer and could see the unconscious body of his son laying there wet and with bits of seaweed clinging onto his small form that had caused him to stumble in his quickened pace. Plane heart rate quickened and a disgusting feeling rose into his throat as he went as fast as he could in those moments to check on his boy, being looked down upon from the ground and he wanted to yell. "C-C-C-CAPTAINPAW, NO NO NO." The father yelled, his body skidding to a halt before the group in a frenzied panic and completely unaware of the black, shadowy like substance that leaked from his paper bag. White pupils looked to Jacob, someone he hadn't had the pleasure of formally meeting and apparently was about to marry the captain or something. But, Plane's mind had more important things to think of as he watched the canine flip over Cap's body and began basic CPR procedures on the young tom while another boy his age looked on rather blankly, though he wasn't going to occupy his time with that. "M-m-my-- uh, um son. What ...happened?? I-I can't let another one die. " Half of his speech was hardly audibly with how much he stuttered in that moment trying to talk to Jacob and the other was just insecure mumblings to himself as he tried to not throw up at the sight of this medic pushing down on his son's chest.
"SPEECH"
Paws lead him toward the beach, his bag crinkling with his movements while he looked at a few figures a couple of feet off, though the distance kept him from making to much out of it until he moved closer and could see the unconscious body of his son laying there wet and with bits of seaweed clinging onto his small form that had caused him to stumble in his quickened pace. Plane heart rate quickened and a disgusting feeling rose into his throat as he went as fast as he could in those moments to check on his boy, being looked down upon from the ground and he wanted to yell. "C-C-C-CAPTAINPAW, NO NO NO." The father yelled, his body skidding to a halt before the group in a frenzied panic and completely unaware of the black, shadowy like substance that leaked from his paper bag. White pupils looked to Jacob, someone he hadn't had the pleasure of formally meeting and apparently was about to marry the captain or something. But, Plane's mind had more important things to think of as he watched the canine flip over Cap's body and began basic CPR procedures on the young tom while another boy his age looked on rather blankly, though he wasn't going to occupy his time with that. "M-m-my-- uh, um son. What ...happened?? I-I can't let another one die. " Half of his speech was hardly audibly with how much he stuttered in that moment trying to talk to Jacob and the other was just insecure mumblings to himself as he tried to not throw up at the sight of this medic pushing down on his son's chest.
"SPEECH"
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»―THE SCARY TRUTH IS I'M FLYING BLIND―▸
I'M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO
typhoon / tags / anxious scientist
I'M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO
typhoon / tags / anxious scientist