10-10-2018, 04:11 AM
One of the worst feelings was the feeling of being out of the loop. A generous and rather patient member of The Typhoon had recently tried to fill him in on what he had missed but there were only so many things that could make sense to him. For a starters, he could not really imagine the idea of the island being inhabited by more than one ghost. One was enough. Another thing he refused to wrap his head around was the fact that so many pirates had been captured by The Pitt. The motherfucking Pitt of all places. He must have been dreaming if it hadn't been for the fact that he saw injured and pitiful Junji staggering toward the railroad, hitting the bell to be flocked to by Victor and Sil. Had they really become this weak? The Reaver does nothing to hide the intensifying frown upon his youthful face, sanguine eyes resembling dead coals when he approaches, skimming his hues across the other male's imperfect alabaster fur, tainted by the evidence of struggle and torture. He notices as well that he's been crying, the rings about his tired lids. This was the male that seemed to be so smitten with Luca, the male hardly paying enough attention to tell if Luca reciprocated the feelings at all.
His eyes flicker towards Sil, watching the way the sage carefully spoke to the angel. Unaware of the non-binary's amnesia, distaste began to sit at the base of his tongue. Healing. The unreachable knowledge. He knew nothing about how to help his comrades and it frustrated him to know that he would always be the one watching, only there to cauterize a wound provided none of the other ten billion fire manipulators had showed up to the scene. He tries not to scowl but just anyone can see the raising of his upper lip, beginning to show the pearly whites of his embittered canines. He draws his gaze away, huffing hot air from his lips before returning his attention to Junji. "Wel...welcome back," he stammers, biting his bottom lip. He may as well be begrudgingly hospitable. His fur is raised, puffed out as it normally is in a great, foreboding dread. As of late, he had become increasingly aware that Luca must have had enhanced senses. He would rather steer clear from the male's line of fire as much as possible. His damaged ego wasn't ready.
"Can I help with anything, Sil?"
His eyes flicker towards Sil, watching the way the sage carefully spoke to the angel. Unaware of the non-binary's amnesia, distaste began to sit at the base of his tongue. Healing. The unreachable knowledge. He knew nothing about how to help his comrades and it frustrated him to know that he would always be the one watching, only there to cauterize a wound provided none of the other ten billion fire manipulators had showed up to the scene. He tries not to scowl but just anyone can see the raising of his upper lip, beginning to show the pearly whites of his embittered canines. He draws his gaze away, huffing hot air from his lips before returning his attention to Junji. "Wel...welcome back," he stammers, biting his bottom lip. He may as well be begrudgingly hospitable. His fur is raised, puffed out as it normally is in a great, foreboding dread. As of late, he had become increasingly aware that Luca must have had enhanced senses. He would rather steer clear from the male's line of fire as much as possible. His damaged ego wasn't ready.
"Can I help with anything, Sil?"