08-30-2018, 09:18 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]The downpour had been heavy enough to obscure the growing shapes of both Onision and Feyre (Cheolmin's attention being raptly invested in the clouds above him didn't help, either) and it came as a surprise to him to find himself in the presence of two strangers less than a minute's wait on the precipice of yet another bad decision (Bahamut insisted that it wasn't a bad decision, stating that it was only normal for those within his lifespan to seek out company.) Both he and the dragon beside Cheolmin peered down at the two present, a few seconds passing in silence as he analyzed the questions that had been thrown at him rapid fire (the disdain must have shown on his face, however, as it was impossible for it not to when he could barely focus on one inquiry before another was shoved in to replace it.)
He could understand why any adult would be out in such weather, as it was often mandatory to keep borders safe and inspected at all times, but there were two children in front of him that should have very well been safe at home lest a strong wind or the pouring rain flood them away. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but he wished it so, for to say that Cheolmin was uncomfortable with speaking to either of them was an understatement. The silence continued as a result as he tried to formulate the best response possible without sounding like he wanted to actively push past both of them to find someone actually competent in addressing him, and with the comforting presence and help of Bahamut he finally managed to do just that, although both his tone and expression were anything but 'nice.'
If they expected something more of a man as scarred as him, then it was on them.
"No. I am not joining," was his first response, and then his mind shot out the answers to the rest of her questions just as fast as she had said them despite the initial delay. "Dragons are not uncommon, although it is always nice to see more," something twinged inside of him at the mention of another feline with a dragon, however, but he pushed the hope back down in order to not get ahead of himself. He had already mistaken others for Hyoyeon, and it would be stupid to do it again. "Choi Cheolmin. This is Bahamut. We are seeking shelter, albeit temporarily, if you would have us," he spared nothing but a brisk nod towards Onision, given that the younger male hadn't bombarded him with a series of questions and statements that he could barely catch up with. For that he was glad, for if he had to hear any more there was a good chance he'd implode.
He could understand why any adult would be out in such weather, as it was often mandatory to keep borders safe and inspected at all times, but there were two children in front of him that should have very well been safe at home lest a strong wind or the pouring rain flood them away. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but he wished it so, for to say that Cheolmin was uncomfortable with speaking to either of them was an understatement. The silence continued as a result as he tried to formulate the best response possible without sounding like he wanted to actively push past both of them to find someone actually competent in addressing him, and with the comforting presence and help of Bahamut he finally managed to do just that, although both his tone and expression were anything but 'nice.'
If they expected something more of a man as scarred as him, then it was on them.
"No. I am not joining," was his first response, and then his mind shot out the answers to the rest of her questions just as fast as she had said them despite the initial delay. "Dragons are not uncommon, although it is always nice to see more," something twinged inside of him at the mention of another feline with a dragon, however, but he pushed the hope back down in order to not get ahead of himself. He had already mistaken others for Hyoyeon, and it would be stupid to do it again. "Choi Cheolmin. This is Bahamut. We are seeking shelter, albeit temporarily, if you would have us," he spared nothing but a brisk nod towards Onision, given that the younger male hadn't bombarded him with a series of questions and statements that he could barely catch up with. For that he was glad, for if he had to hear any more there was a good chance he'd implode.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden