07-30-2018, 12:13 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]He'd seen worse than dinosaurs in his lifetime, so it wasn't a big enough deal for him to freak out over. Sure, they were unique in the way that a bunch of feral, overgrown lizards could be, but he had seen giant, feral, overgrown winged lizards who could spit fire, and one of those had been his father. For now, the only one who was speaking seemed more interesting, though Des had half a mind to hope that the raptors would surprise him.
Hopefully without ripping his head off.
An easy grin formed on the canine's maw as Aita spoke, a metaphorical brow tilting upwards at her rather... colorful choice of wording. He hadn't been any better as a child, although he had learned some respect since then... but it wasn't his place to correct her, especially in a place filled to the brim with self-proclaimed pirates. He'd never been one to raid and plunder and do whatever it was that people like them did, but he did consider himself rogue enough to join this makeshift group.
His gaze didn't stay on her for long, however, returning half lidded to Owen, then briefly to the raptors again, only to resettle on the sole point of his focus today. "Trouble," it wasn't a question, rather a statement as Des tasted the word on his tongue and tried to discern what it meant. There was a lot that trouble could mean, from the most tamest to reasons to arson and murder. He'd gotten into all of it in between, well accustomed to the colorful choices that were opened up with such a vague term.
"Well, trouble follows some people around. Ain't one to judge, as it's been an old friend of mine for some time," a soft chuckle left his maw, and with a shrug the canine sat down to make himself comfortable, seeing as he was never against a little chat. "I don't see why you'd be rejected, though I'm not one to talk given that I'm new myself."
Hopefully without ripping his head off.
An easy grin formed on the canine's maw as Aita spoke, a metaphorical brow tilting upwards at her rather... colorful choice of wording. He hadn't been any better as a child, although he had learned some respect since then... but it wasn't his place to correct her, especially in a place filled to the brim with self-proclaimed pirates. He'd never been one to raid and plunder and do whatever it was that people like them did, but he did consider himself rogue enough to join this makeshift group.
His gaze didn't stay on her for long, however, returning half lidded to Owen, then briefly to the raptors again, only to resettle on the sole point of his focus today. "Trouble," it wasn't a question, rather a statement as Des tasted the word on his tongue and tried to discern what it meant. There was a lot that trouble could mean, from the most tamest to reasons to arson and murder. He'd gotten into all of it in between, well accustomed to the colorful choices that were opened up with such a vague term.
"Well, trouble follows some people around. Ain't one to judge, as it's been an old friend of mine for some time," a soft chuckle left his maw, and with a shrug the canine sat down to make himself comfortable, seeing as he was never against a little chat. "I don't see why you'd be rejected, though I'm not one to talk given that I'm new myself."
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