10-25-2018, 09:28 PM
Olive pupils dilated and contracted as he silently witnessed the events transpiring in the foreground, silently nodding to the figure known as Bakogou, whom left ere the angel could correctly respond to his inquiry surrounding the skipping of the stones. He is aware of the other present, the grim reptile looming nearby, and mindful of Goldenluxury’s awfully commending introduction of him to the phantom. It was unnecessary, for he could have obviously done it on his own time, though he was grateful for it, allowing Beck, as he was dubbed, to have an aspect of space when it came to his inevitable reunion with Marco. It appeared, frankly, that the transparent feline wasn’t too warm with strangers, offering an impaired ”what do you want?” contrary to a typical ”hi, how’re you?”. This bothered him none, and, again, Goldenluxury had just made the lynx’s everlasting existence all the more easy. His large noggin fell into a puzzled crook whilst the holy feline pondered on his next actions; would he go the blunt route, and straightaway declare that “you’re my brother, come with me, we have lots to talk about” route, or the patient “lovely weather we’re having” route? Seeing how far patience has brought him already, the answer seemed nigh clear as a bell.
"Throwing stones isn’t in my field, I’d guess," an established tone spoke, its barer shuffling along towards the deuce with a slight tickling sensation of hesitation, ”it looks like you two know a bit more than me at the activity. A fault on my part.” The shorter she occurred to be saddened at themselves, and their rather pitiful attempt at the activity which Beck had instigated; thus, his dialogue took a self-deprecating approach, in hopes of bringing some of that shame off of her miniature shoulders. Marco hoped that he wasn’t showering the two with anxiety from his presence, as the angel’s appearance alone had the potential to be overbearing, let alone his height. And that blasted halo, that, too, could prove as a distraction to some. Stepping forward a tad bit more fore parking himself in his tracks, the celestial being spoke again. ”Goldenluxury is correct, I have come here in search of something- nay, someone,” he’d breathe, ”and I believe myself to be hot on their trail.” This vague accession would, with optimism, lure a questioning response out of Beck, or perhaps his female advocate. However, if the situation somehow went awry in any way, Marco would promptly leave, and try again another day, as he always had in situations like these.
"Throwing stones isn’t in my field, I’d guess," an established tone spoke, its barer shuffling along towards the deuce with a slight tickling sensation of hesitation, ”it looks like you two know a bit more than me at the activity. A fault on my part.” The shorter she occurred to be saddened at themselves, and their rather pitiful attempt at the activity which Beck had instigated; thus, his dialogue took a self-deprecating approach, in hopes of bringing some of that shame off of her miniature shoulders. Marco hoped that he wasn’t showering the two with anxiety from his presence, as the angel’s appearance alone had the potential to be overbearing, let alone his height. And that blasted halo, that, too, could prove as a distraction to some. Stepping forward a tad bit more fore parking himself in his tracks, the celestial being spoke again. ”Goldenluxury is correct, I have come here in search of something- nay, someone,” he’d breathe, ”and I believe myself to be hot on their trail.” This vague accession would, with optimism, lure a questioning response out of Beck, or perhaps his female advocate. However, if the situation somehow went awry in any way, Marco would promptly leave, and try again another day, as he always had in situations like these.