11-23-2018, 06:32 PM
Seconds ago fixed in a state of intense focus, the approaching clamour deriving from what sounded like a child or a munchkin pitched an expression of minor perturbation across the male’s facial features. To be frank, Marco anticipated being met by hawkish glares and piercing stares of disapproval, not a curiosity-twanged pup. That is not to say he didn’t appreciate running into a friendly face - it just felt somewhat more logical for a grumpy higher-up to come along and belittle him, instead of a friendly juvenile. An smile heavily spiced with uneasiness made itself present as the kid began his seemingly ceaseless tirade of inquiries; for, as much as the angel welcomed being acknowledged in in the world, he could foresee a less chummy individual showing about and completely ruining a moment. Though, that appeared to be not the case in this scenario. His tall ears could not pick up on any more activity encroaching yonder.
”How’d ya do that, mister?” - well, it was quite simple, actually. He was an angel, after all, wings came with the package. ”Why do ya speak funny?” - the same could be asked towards you, outplacing your ou’s with a’s. ”Can I fly, too? Can you teach me?” - if you had wings hidden underneath that thick pelt of yours, then things could be arranged. However, that looks not the case.
Of course, answering the child’s starstruck probes with the aforementioned witty responses would be completely unlike the lynx; hence, he’d proceed to shut his olive eyes in delight, augmenting his uneasy jawline into an elated grin, and replied earnestly, "Maybe I could show you more, another day?" Good kid. It was a treat to see that some of today’s children still retained their innocence, so many were delving into the bleak paths of life at such a young age.
During his response, Marco came to the realization that the number of those greeting him hadn’t stopped at one. It occurred that perhaps, for the entire time, it had been possible for a less chummy individual to come about, said individual being the top dog in the category. As he showed himself to the angel and the tot, memories of the first day he’d been around, as well as the the last, immediately sprung into his sound mentality. To this certain fellow, he did not stare down his nose to see. He did not think little of him. The male’s personality indeed needed good tweaking, though it bothered Marco none at all. Actions spoke louder than words, as tough-sounding and intimidation-intended they were, and as far as he could remember, not a single proper kinsperson had been harmed by the likes of Bakugou. For his, the ragdoll was observed as an equal, not as meaningless scum.
Nearly instantaneously, the quartermaster began listing off potential opportunities for which the Romanian could provide himself for, whom nodded eagerly in rhythm. A raid, patrols, and repairing the tavern, all sounded good to him. These Rosebloods, or ”attention whores” as the smaller feline vulgarly referred to them, did not sound like an agreeable bunch. If they were creating disorder between the two groups, then it was likely in the best interest for him to take action. Could these hypothetical actions affect his holy status? Maybe. Though, an attack on them seemed justifiable, as long as the Rosebloods had initiated it. ”I will do what I must,” he’d react respectfully, carefully choosing his phrases in order to avoid conflict with his superior.
”How’d ya do that, mister?” - well, it was quite simple, actually. He was an angel, after all, wings came with the package. ”Why do ya speak funny?” - the same could be asked towards you, outplacing your ou’s with a’s. ”Can I fly, too? Can you teach me?” - if you had wings hidden underneath that thick pelt of yours, then things could be arranged. However, that looks not the case.
Of course, answering the child’s starstruck probes with the aforementioned witty responses would be completely unlike the lynx; hence, he’d proceed to shut his olive eyes in delight, augmenting his uneasy jawline into an elated grin, and replied earnestly, "Maybe I could show you more, another day?" Good kid. It was a treat to see that some of today’s children still retained their innocence, so many were delving into the bleak paths of life at such a young age.
During his response, Marco came to the realization that the number of those greeting him hadn’t stopped at one. It occurred that perhaps, for the entire time, it had been possible for a less chummy individual to come about, said individual being the top dog in the category. As he showed himself to the angel and the tot, memories of the first day he’d been around, as well as the the last, immediately sprung into his sound mentality. To this certain fellow, he did not stare down his nose to see. He did not think little of him. The male’s personality indeed needed good tweaking, though it bothered Marco none at all. Actions spoke louder than words, as tough-sounding and intimidation-intended they were, and as far as he could remember, not a single proper kinsperson had been harmed by the likes of Bakugou. For his, the ragdoll was observed as an equal, not as meaningless scum.
Nearly instantaneously, the quartermaster began listing off potential opportunities for which the Romanian could provide himself for, whom nodded eagerly in rhythm. A raid, patrols, and repairing the tavern, all sounded good to him. These Rosebloods, or ”attention whores” as the smaller feline vulgarly referred to them, did not sound like an agreeable bunch. If they were creating disorder between the two groups, then it was likely in the best interest for him to take action. Could these hypothetical actions affect his holy status? Maybe. Though, an attack on them seemed justifiable, as long as the Rosebloods had initiated it. ”I will do what I must,” he’d react respectfully, carefully choosing his phrases in order to avoid conflict with his superior.