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☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words
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// fuCK this blew up && mobile
Pierce had no idea what the fuck to do. He was not small, nor inexperienced in combat in any way, but next to these things? What was he supposed to do, throw wildflowers at them? It wasn’t like he had any powers that could be used in a fight. Plus, weren’t dinosaurs extinct? He’d read all about them as a kid, and he was pretty sure that was the case, so he had pretty good reasoning to be in such a state. Sure, he had heard about the raptor, and knew what they were here for, but to actually see it?
He had wanted to just let Monroe speak, hoped that it would blow over and they could leave as soon as possible. However, as Owen continued speaking, it was clear he wasn’t going to make it easy for them. He was talking back, defending himself for not keeping these creatures under control. Pierce supposed you couldn’t really blame the raptor for what had happened, but that realization only made him angrier with Owen.
Pierce had opened his mouth to say something, just when Owen gave the raptors the “okay” to attack. What the fuck? The serval knew these more aggressive, war oriented groups could be kind of extreme sometiems, but to this extent? To mindlessly attack without provocation? He just didn’t get it. Pierce instinctively took a few steps backwards, leaving a light trail of assorted wildflowers behind his alarmed trail away. Oh god, Bucky was going to fucking die and there was nothing he and Monroe could do because this fathead couldn’t control his own “children”.
If Bakugou’s intervention was successful, however, Pierce would steady himself, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. "We kn-know the Typhoon doesn’t care about Sunhaven," he would speak up, trying to control the wobbliness of his voice ans the weakness in his knees. "But have you not considered what these raptors might do once they do get a good taste of dog, cat, dragon blood? That maybe they won’t stop just at groups you’re not allied with? They’re feral, and to be honest with you, sir," he turned his attention to Owen, amber eyes unusually hard, "it doesn’t seem like you have the best judgement when it comes to controlling them." Were they gonna get mad? Probably. But at this point, after those raptors just tried killing Bucky? He really didn’t care.
"speech"
Pierce had no idea what the fuck to do. He was not small, nor inexperienced in combat in any way, but next to these things? What was he supposed to do, throw wildflowers at them? It wasn’t like he had any powers that could be used in a fight. Plus, weren’t dinosaurs extinct? He’d read all about them as a kid, and he was pretty sure that was the case, so he had pretty good reasoning to be in such a state. Sure, he had heard about the raptor, and knew what they were here for, but to actually see it?
He had wanted to just let Monroe speak, hoped that it would blow over and they could leave as soon as possible. However, as Owen continued speaking, it was clear he wasn’t going to make it easy for them. He was talking back, defending himself for not keeping these creatures under control. Pierce supposed you couldn’t really blame the raptor for what had happened, but that realization only made him angrier with Owen.
Pierce had opened his mouth to say something, just when Owen gave the raptors the “okay” to attack. What the fuck? The serval knew these more aggressive, war oriented groups could be kind of extreme sometiems, but to this extent? To mindlessly attack without provocation? He just didn’t get it. Pierce instinctively took a few steps backwards, leaving a light trail of assorted wildflowers behind his alarmed trail away. Oh god, Bucky was going to fucking die and there was nothing he and Monroe could do because this fathead couldn’t control his own “children”.
If Bakugou’s intervention was successful, however, Pierce would steady himself, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. "We kn-know the Typhoon doesn’t care about Sunhaven," he would speak up, trying to control the wobbliness of his voice ans the weakness in his knees. "But have you not considered what these raptors might do once they do get a good taste of dog, cat, dragon blood? That maybe they won’t stop just at groups you’re not allied with? They’re feral, and to be honest with you, sir," he turned his attention to Owen, amber eyes unusually hard, "it doesn’t seem like you have the best judgement when it comes to controlling them." Were they gonna get mad? Probably. But at this point, after those raptors just tried killing Bucky? He really didn’t care.
"speech"
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