Can't Come To The Phone;; Healer Needed.

[Luca]

It was fortunate that Owen did not, in fact, curl protectively around Junji, for wherever the angel went Luca was sure to follow. It wasn't that he was jealous, or he thought that there was a chance that Junji would leave him for Owen, he just believed that the raptor tamer didn't deserve to touch the ethereal soothsayer. Perhaps it was childish to hold grudges for so long, but he could still feel the phantom pain of teeth in his ass. That fabricated masochism he always paraded around to protect himself from the reality of pain couldn't save him from the sensation of his insides becoming his outsides. He would stay bitter about it until the end, especially if Owen kept up that attitude of his. He wasn't even fighting at the time. The mere thought of the memory drew a sharp huff from his lips, face set in an unapproachable frown as he grumpily sat off to Junji's side.

He didn't care much for Masie or the other raptors. In fact, one might even be able to catch the animosity that glittered in his eye as he stared the child down. Luca often boasted that he didn't like to kill children, but that sentiment didn't extend to ferals. "What's the point of healing it?" he asked bitterly, his own words sour on his tongue. "It's just gonna grow big and crazy like the others." But Junji had always been better than he was. Luca didn't expect the soothsayer to stop just because he was here now, sitting a short ways away and offering nothing but unhelpful jabs at Owen and his scaly overgrown rats. That's what they reminded him off, all scuttling around and snapping at folk. The thought made his skin crawl, and he couldn't help the way that his disgust showed clearly on his face. Whether this disgust was directed at Owen, Masie, or the sudden images of rats that invaded his mind was up to interpretation.