pocket frog ✨ human au

[SÉAMUS]

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

"Just call 'im Croaker," the Irishman grinned.  He ran a hand absently through his short, red hair, inclining to approach his neice as he arrived on the scene.  He liked to believe she looked like him, moreso than Kian.  The sentiment of course, was rather useless, considering he and his brother were identical twins.  Just alike.  Physically, at least.

He reached out to fondly ruffle the blind girl's hair, a pair of similar sea green eyes glinting.  A moment later, he was leaning against the wall of Capricorn, hands folded across his green tweed vest, thoughtful frown gracing his clean-shaven face. "Sean.  Or Flyswatter," clearly, he was not taking this very seriously.  Seamus never was one for pets.  Aside from the family dog, he knew little of animal companions. Frogs, especially, were a tad on the odd side.  Not his first choice for animal friends.  A dog.  A cat.  Maybe a bird.  He did not mind, however, throwing around some amusing names along with Feliks.  It made things interesting.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠

#psychosocial.