FROM MY CHEST | LOSTish?

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher knew the bells were a pain in the ass but leaving someone waiting was also a pain in the ass and he preferred hearing the ring of the bell than finding someone impatiently waiting at the gate. Usually he didn't mind it and knew it was useful but at the moment, he wasn't doing too hot. One of his many chronic headaches had decided to rattle his thoughts as he was speaking to some crewmates, usual orders of what needed to be done. The weather was getting closer stormy days due to the island not being one for snow but one for rain when the colder seasons arrived. He had seen how strong the storms could become and the worry that filled him had escalated to one of unease. What if someone got hurt? What if a lightning strike causes a fire to burst? His strategic mind held a big flaw which was overthinking every single detail, his thoughts filled with paranoia of what could go wrong if he didn't do the right thing. But as the bells broke through his subconscious, the jaguar's head turned towards the direction of where the noise came from and he rose from his sitting position, a soft sneeze escaping his nose as he was still not quite over his sickness.

Pincher shoved down the temptatious desire to sit back down as he trekked through the sandy hills of the beach, his dark fur gently being tugged by the wind currents that danced around the island. It was the fleeting days of summer and soon fall would arrive but that didn't change much for the Typhoon since the tropical jungle wasn't one to shrivel away like other areas. The tattooed male arrived shortly after Lucifer, half-lidded tired frost blue eyes flickering over towards Bakugou as Lucifer commented about the strange child not having a group to belong to. Huh. Pincher pushed forward until reaching Peppino and Cleo, leaning down to gently press his muzzle against their forehead in a light loving touch before the father turned to focus on Garrett, rather amused by his comment. "Let's not try to yell. I've already got a headache, don't need shit making it worse. Anyways Garrett, do you need a place to stay?" Pincher inquired, curious onto why the child was here. He doubted it was just to "pass by" since it was nothing but sea past the island that they were on.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — CASANOVA ❞

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