09-22-2018, 08:41 PM
Stars like these he had seen every night for the past while. Getting all cooped up in your house with a broken leg kind of allows the insomnia get to you, you know? The state of Leroy had really fucked up his sleeping schedule, coercing the hound to become somewhat nocturnal in whatever affairs he had under the fetching light of the moon. Lucky for him, the bone had fully healed, and the canine’s sleeping schedule was finally repairing itself. Hence Leroy saw it was inconvenient that Vigenere was given the task of holding a stargazing session.
First off, his relationship with the yellow cat wasn’t the sturdiest. Back in his days of yore in the swamplands, he could recall Morgan’s lover snapping his cap because Leroy freaked out at that overgrown arachnid, utterly refusing to look at the situation from the hound’s point of view. Even recently, when that Aineias doll called everyone over to introduce themselves, Vigenere discredited the guardsman for what he had done in the clan, claiming that ”Leroy wasn’t the guy who got stuff done - he was”. Well excuse me, he wished to say to the feline in that situation, but you didn’t have to cut off poor Delilah’s leg, did you?
Truth be told, it was Ophelia’s scent that drew him to the group. His nose had caught the aromas of both Morgan and his Vigenere, causing the canine to just want to go home. Yet, once the incense of his friend entered his runny nostrils, Leroy’s interest peaked. It was his intentions to show up, yes, but not the first one to do so.
"I prefer the rain," a gruff tone remarked as its bearer entered the scene, softly nudging the shoulder of his friend before continuing. ”I’s the white noise, I like hearin’ it pound offa tha ground and... yeah.” He was happy for Morgan, and was definitely pleased with the deeds the pooch was doing for Tanglewood’s best interest. But he was worried. Leroy was chafed by the inkling that Morgan was more good than neutral; he had gotten into moral alignment recently, see. If Morgan was intending on having Tanglewood, an unaligned group by reputation, do good and help others for no reason... nah, that’s wasn’t going to happen. And, if he had any concerns to worry about, he’d just bring it up with the general himself.
”Nights are gettin’ chillier, good nights for fires. Maybe another bonfire, even.”
First off, his relationship with the yellow cat wasn’t the sturdiest. Back in his days of yore in the swamplands, he could recall Morgan’s lover snapping his cap because Leroy freaked out at that overgrown arachnid, utterly refusing to look at the situation from the hound’s point of view. Even recently, when that Aineias doll called everyone over to introduce themselves, Vigenere discredited the guardsman for what he had done in the clan, claiming that ”Leroy wasn’t the guy who got stuff done - he was”. Well excuse me, he wished to say to the feline in that situation, but you didn’t have to cut off poor Delilah’s leg, did you?
Truth be told, it was Ophelia’s scent that drew him to the group. His nose had caught the aromas of both Morgan and his Vigenere, causing the canine to just want to go home. Yet, once the incense of his friend entered his runny nostrils, Leroy’s interest peaked. It was his intentions to show up, yes, but not the first one to do so.
"I prefer the rain," a gruff tone remarked as its bearer entered the scene, softly nudging the shoulder of his friend before continuing. ”I’s the white noise, I like hearin’ it pound offa tha ground and... yeah.” He was happy for Morgan, and was definitely pleased with the deeds the pooch was doing for Tanglewood’s best interest. But he was worried. Leroy was chafed by the inkling that Morgan was more good than neutral; he had gotten into moral alignment recently, see. If Morgan was intending on having Tanglewood, an unaligned group by reputation, do good and help others for no reason... nah, that’s wasn’t going to happen. And, if he had any concerns to worry about, he’d just bring it up with the general himself.
”Nights are gettin’ chillier, good nights for fires. Maybe another bonfire, even.”