10-23-2018, 03:33 PM
Beck prided himself, more or less, for his ability to always be alert. He should have thanked his paranoia for not only spawning a skittish creature who couldn't trust a single other's actions without expecting a blow but for also constantly scanning the area for danger. Yet as his dangerous frustration bubbled over and fogged up his senses, his attention narrowed until only the stones and their splashes registered in his mind.
Until an otherwise welcomed voice of perhaps the closest friend he's had in years snapped him from his practice. The little ghost gave a visible flinch at her arrival, swiveling his head around in owlish fashion before the rest of him followed, prepared to catch a blow before recognizing the familiar blur. A hoarse wheeze slipped past his lips as he held back a bought of wet coughing, ultimately failing when an oozing film of sputum began to line his disfigured maw. Taking care to smear the phlegm off his chin even with a rock gripped in his oddly flexible paw until his knuckles turned white beneath grime and fur, a smile instantly illuminated the boy's scarred face at the sight of his Goldie. "I'm jus-st skippin' stones, skippin' stones," he chirped out despite fumbling with the sing-song stutter acquired with the accident, "Ya wanna try, Goldie-e?" Bestowing upon the bengal what would've been his next victim to sleep with the fish, the stone's surface frigid to the touch from his shaky grasp, he replaced another stone in his paw and motioned out towards the waters. "All ya gott-ta do is kinda, um, flick your wrist out like this 'nd spin it -- like -- out over, I thi-ink." Beck followed his verbal example with yet another stone cast out over the bay that managed at least ten skips, glancing back over a bony shoulder with a crooked grin to seek Goldenluxury's approval.
Yet now there was a second figure in his myopic stare, lurking behind the striped blur he admired so. The grin was hastily wiped from existence, transfigured into a twitchy snarl at the stranger. "Who are -- what d'ya want?" His nastily-sharp teeth mangled his shrill words into an unsteady hiss, wearing his suspicions on his sleeve. The unfamiliar lynx carried the aroma of hay bales and feather down along with something cleansing he couldn't quite place, his nose setting to work memorizing the scent as he craned his neck out forwards to sniff at Marco's fluffy pelt. A notched ear twitches to acknowledge Bakugou's presence but nothing more than a sideways glare would be offered to him; while it was harsh to assume, Beck could tell that the hotheaded grouch didn't give a rat's ass about his existence. Which, sure, he was quite accustomed to after years of neglect and isolation, but why should he pay mind to a creature who couldn't even bother to greet him while they interrupted his stone skipping? Abruptly rolling his eyes back in their sockets, the gaunt feline fell back into his slouch, itching to return to pelting the water with stones rather than meaninglessly converse.
[align=center]»――➤Until an otherwise welcomed voice of perhaps the closest friend he's had in years snapped him from his practice. The little ghost gave a visible flinch at her arrival, swiveling his head around in owlish fashion before the rest of him followed, prepared to catch a blow before recognizing the familiar blur. A hoarse wheeze slipped past his lips as he held back a bought of wet coughing, ultimately failing when an oozing film of sputum began to line his disfigured maw. Taking care to smear the phlegm off his chin even with a rock gripped in his oddly flexible paw until his knuckles turned white beneath grime and fur, a smile instantly illuminated the boy's scarred face at the sight of his Goldie. "I'm jus-st skippin' stones, skippin' stones," he chirped out despite fumbling with the sing-song stutter acquired with the accident, "Ya wanna try, Goldie-e?" Bestowing upon the bengal what would've been his next victim to sleep with the fish, the stone's surface frigid to the touch from his shaky grasp, he replaced another stone in his paw and motioned out towards the waters. "All ya gott-ta do is kinda, um, flick your wrist out like this 'nd spin it -- like -- out over, I thi-ink." Beck followed his verbal example with yet another stone cast out over the bay that managed at least ten skips, glancing back over a bony shoulder with a crooked grin to seek Goldenluxury's approval.
Yet now there was a second figure in his myopic stare, lurking behind the striped blur he admired so. The grin was hastily wiped from existence, transfigured into a twitchy snarl at the stranger. "Who are -- what d'ya want?" His nastily-sharp teeth mangled his shrill words into an unsteady hiss, wearing his suspicions on his sleeve. The unfamiliar lynx carried the aroma of hay bales and feather down along with something cleansing he couldn't quite place, his nose setting to work memorizing the scent as he craned his neck out forwards to sniff at Marco's fluffy pelt. A notched ear twitches to acknowledge Bakugou's presence but nothing more than a sideways glare would be offered to him; while it was harsh to assume, Beck could tell that the hotheaded grouch didn't give a rat's ass about his existence. Which, sure, he was quite accustomed to after years of neglect and isolation, but why should he pay mind to a creature who couldn't even bother to greet him while they interrupted his stone skipping? Abruptly rolling his eyes back in their sockets, the gaunt feline fell back into his slouch, itching to return to pelting the water with stones rather than meaninglessly converse.