10-26-2018, 03:53 AM
Oh no, the toddlers were loose again. Or toddlers at least in his sense of the word, he didn't exactly pay attention to how critters aged differently from humans. Either way, they were young and annoying little pests that he wished would grow up faster for the sake of his temper. Gritting his teeth as he watched the hatchling from his rooftop perch, resting a chin crusted with chemical drool on his gauze-bound paws, Beck's aggravation soon turned to cruel amusement as he watched Maisie go back and forth between wherever they were plucking all the herbs from to in front of the hut he situated himself on. He didn't bother to ask why; he was simply thankful for the entertainment.
However his show was abruptly cancelled when the raptor seemed to throw a tantrum of frustration. What exactly was she trying to do? Build a heap of crushed herbs with stalks and leaves presumably too damaged to use properly? Rolling his eyes as he pulled a bandaged paw away from his teeth, the dirtied gauze torn where he had bitten, he reluctantly abandoned his perch to try and salvage some of the plants, landing on the porch with a graceless thud. Dusting himself off despite not registering the pain firing across his flank, accustomed to sloppy falls by now, Beck limped to glare down at the two, confusion curling his lip to reveal the jagged fangs lining pale gums. "Wha-atcha doin', huh?" the scrawny feline wheezed, sounding more like a deflating balloon than an intimidating entity. Additionally, he turned his head away from Maisie and CCLIV as he snapped his jaws at nothing and crinkled his nose before focusing back on them and huffing defeatedly, "Why are ya-a botherin' Junji?" Yeah, he knew he would get no comprehensible response, but he still wanted to talk to someone at least, rather than continue with an afterlife of isolated silence.
[align=center]»――➤However his show was abruptly cancelled when the raptor seemed to throw a tantrum of frustration. What exactly was she trying to do? Build a heap of crushed herbs with stalks and leaves presumably too damaged to use properly? Rolling his eyes as he pulled a bandaged paw away from his teeth, the dirtied gauze torn where he had bitten, he reluctantly abandoned his perch to try and salvage some of the plants, landing on the porch with a graceless thud. Dusting himself off despite not registering the pain firing across his flank, accustomed to sloppy falls by now, Beck limped to glare down at the two, confusion curling his lip to reveal the jagged fangs lining pale gums. "Wha-atcha doin', huh?" the scrawny feline wheezed, sounding more like a deflating balloon than an intimidating entity. Additionally, he turned his head away from Maisie and CCLIV as he snapped his jaws at nothing and crinkled his nose before focusing back on them and huffing defeatedly, "Why are ya-a botherin' Junji?" Yeah, he knew he would get no comprehensible response, but he still wanted to talk to someone at least, rather than continue with an afterlife of isolated silence.