leave out all the rest --- keona

[SÉAMUS]

☠ I will not take this anymore; these words will never be ignored. you want a battle? here's a war —

For a split second, the pirate just stood, blankly, brows raising.  A question of whether or not she'd even been listening popped in his mind, but when she started apologizing he sighed.  A fighter or not, she was curious, which meant he'd have to keep up with her, it seems.

Seamus flicked an ear and quickly bounded up the steps, aiming to gently brush the girl with his tail as he ascended.  "Just don't want you getting yourself into trouble, Sibi," he was not sure he'd survive his twin's wrath if he was honest.  If anything were to happen to the child with him in charge, it would not be pretty when Kian found out.  It was almost amusing to think about really, but the mischievous pirate did value his skin a little more than that.

"Besides, we've got to be a tad careful with the door," he explained when they reached the top.  "It's got a secret knock," he added, lowering his voice into something more conspiring, eyes gleaming.  Said door's knocker was a bit tall for the small feline, but he had a work around.

"Gimme one second, Sibi."  Flicking his ear, he let his body shift, carefully transforming into the shape of a red tailed hawk.  Feathers and wings were something very different to him, but being avian had some advantages.  He made quick work of reaching the door, using razor sharp talons to preform the special knock.  Instead of floating down, he simply shifted in the air, landing with a soft thud on his feline paws.  "There," he grinned.

He hoped if she ever planned on sneaking back up here, she remembered that knock; it'd do no good to find her crushed by spikes.  "Now we can cross the bridge."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠

#psychosocial.