11-16-2018, 08:43 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]It seemed that the tiger was as keen to get lost in his own thoughts as Des was, although he was far worse at disguising it under a whole lot of talk. The man didn't expect others to master that skill, though, as he knew it required a lot of practice to keep talking bullshit even if you were deep somewhere inside. No matter. He let the guy have his time, taking that moment to analyze his presence more. He seemed calm, albeit a bit mellow, but he didn't miss the way that his eyes seemed to graze over Des' own scars, as if taking them into account and comparing them to his own. He didn't see half of the worst ones, though. Those were in his head and were nasty things that had yet to fully heal over. The ones on his body he was at peace with (it made him look cooler, actually, and more intimidating when he wanted to be) but the ones in his head still kept him up at night.
Not that he would let that show. Instead, when Sparrow decided that he was ready to talk, Des offered him a charming grin and nodded, ready to deflect all questions with comments of his own if need be. "We take in anyone as long as they don't cause much trouble. We ain't very picky around these parts," as long as he didn't murder anyone the first second into his initiation, he would be fine. Besides, he didn't strike Desperado as a particularly violent creature, and he prided himself on being able to read people more than they often times could read themselves.
If only he could actually read and help himself.
The next comment didn't catch him off guard either, and he answered almost soon after the man was finished asking. "You could call us that, yes," he mused, making a show of thinking the question over before the seriousness dissolved into a low, rumbling chuckle that preceded his next words. "Like to think of us as more of a... rough yet tight-knit family, though." They were all rough around the edges and most cursed as much as you expected a pirate to, but in the same beat it was the closest thing that Des could have called a family. It was why he returned so many times to this very gate, waiting to be accepted back (if with a little bit of scrutiny and sighs that obviously meant 'not again.' He didn't let them bother him much, though.)
Not that he would let that show. Instead, when Sparrow decided that he was ready to talk, Des offered him a charming grin and nodded, ready to deflect all questions with comments of his own if need be. "We take in anyone as long as they don't cause much trouble. We ain't very picky around these parts," as long as he didn't murder anyone the first second into his initiation, he would be fine. Besides, he didn't strike Desperado as a particularly violent creature, and he prided himself on being able to read people more than they often times could read themselves.
If only he could actually read and help himself.
The next comment didn't catch him off guard either, and he answered almost soon after the man was finished asking. "You could call us that, yes," he mused, making a show of thinking the question over before the seriousness dissolved into a low, rumbling chuckle that preceded his next words. "Like to think of us as more of a... rough yet tight-knit family, though." They were all rough around the edges and most cursed as much as you expected a pirate to, but in the same beat it was the closest thing that Des could have called a family. It was why he returned so many times to this very gate, waiting to be accepted back (if with a little bit of scrutiny and sighs that obviously meant 'not again.' He didn't let them bother him much, though.)
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