[size=9pt]Moon's at the... Starpond, or whatever it's called, for various medical reasons when he spots the Cane Corso. He'll admit he hesitates, perhaps dwindling on some preconceived notions of who Lazarus was, but ultimately he knows his job as a Halo comes before his job as a judgmental dumbass, so he forces himself to head the boy's way.
"Hey," he says, an attempt at getting Lazarus' attention. He seems distracted, staring into the watery depths like I'd tell him the answers to all his problems. Moon's voice isn't as light as it typically is; he's frowning, resisting the urge to shove the canine into the pond instead of tell him that he'd find no solace, there. But, again, he reminds himself to be understanding. For all he knows, Gabe could of fucked up as much as this kid. It looked like a heated brawl, nothing one-sided, so perhaps he should shut the fuck up with the preconceptions and actually ask. Eventually, he will. For now, "You alright? I can take a look at your wounds. No questions about Feathers, swear."
"Hey," he says, an attempt at getting Lazarus' attention. He seems distracted, staring into the watery depths like I'd tell him the answers to all his problems. Moon's voice isn't as light as it typically is; he's frowning, resisting the urge to shove the canine into the pond instead of tell him that he'd find no solace, there. But, again, he reminds himself to be understanding. For all he knows, Gabe could of fucked up as much as this kid. It looked like a heated brawl, nothing one-sided, so perhaps he should shut the fuck up with the preconceptions and actually ask. Eventually, he will. For now, "You alright? I can take a look at your wounds. No questions about Feathers, swear."
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