07-30-2018, 07:57 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The question of belonging was a tentative one, as it was often a matter of opinion of each individual involved if a person should belong. It depended greatly on the perception of what an individual considered belonging to mean, to begin with, for some thought it 'joining' and others perceived a much deeper definition. Desperado was of the latter group, considering 'belonging' a state that was far beyond living in a certain place. Belonging meant you fit in, meant that everyone knew you and you knew them, and that somehow you'd made a difference in someone's life while being there.
Everyone had the chance to belong, Des didn't discriminate, therefore Decius was no different in that matter. Did he belong there now? No, he had just arrived at the gate so it was obvious he had never been there. Could he, given the time and effort? Indeed. Especially if he was here to join, just like countless other faces had been.
His appearance did little to startle the canine as he padded over, although heterochromic eyes were still settled on him analytically in order to make sure he wasn't missing anything. But beyond the skull as a face and the fact that the guy looked like a classic text-book definition of a murderer, there wasn't much else to tell. A soft huff left the canine's jaws as the ringing in his ears finally faded after the rather... forceful way that the other had slammed the bell, but he approached with an easy grin nevertheless.
"You got business?" that was all that Des felt like saying at the moment, far less polite than he had been with Owen. Something about this guy tugged at him in a way that made him want to actively avoid it.
Everyone had the chance to belong, Des didn't discriminate, therefore Decius was no different in that matter. Did he belong there now? No, he had just arrived at the gate so it was obvious he had never been there. Could he, given the time and effort? Indeed. Especially if he was here to join, just like countless other faces had been.
His appearance did little to startle the canine as he padded over, although heterochromic eyes were still settled on him analytically in order to make sure he wasn't missing anything. But beyond the skull as a face and the fact that the guy looked like a classic text-book definition of a murderer, there wasn't much else to tell. A soft huff left the canine's jaws as the ringing in his ears finally faded after the rather... forceful way that the other had slammed the bell, but he approached with an easy grin nevertheless.
"You got business?" that was all that Des felt like saying at the moment, far less polite than he had been with Owen. Something about this guy tugged at him in a way that made him want to actively avoid it.
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