03-11-2019, 08:17 PM
A faint ringing melody squirmed its way into those folded ears of his, birthing an irritated grimace on his unpleasant mug.
The playful, childlike callowness that the chimes conveyed brought forth memories of impoverished parents, desperately doing all they could for the good of their children, all the while the innocent tykes sat back and giggled, cried, and shat. Kids were like that; they could never truly understand the volume of a situation, rendering them deaf in a way. And ultimately, as Leroy would come to understand from experience, there just was not room for the deaf on life’s conveyor belt of tragedy and triumph. Bundled of joy? More like bunches of stress.
That’s not to say Leroy detested children, oh no. In his opinion, they could be pretty chill. It’s just that they were obstacles. Hurdles. Banana peels in your way, preventing one from crossing the finish line in time.
A moist nose led the guardsman down a path, guiding him towards the disturbance. It took a whiles, but he made it, and came face-to-face with an abandoned offspring, it seems. One with... a doll. Well, if horror ever taught him one thing, it’s that small individuals with dolls should not be trusted.
He’d sniff a hearty sniff, momentarily satisfying a runny snout, before kindly turning his amber gaze towards the child. Or, at least he thought his movements were kind. It’s kinda been a while since Leroy interacted with kids.
"Well, errrr- hello there,” the male greeted serenely, the height difference between the two at fault for causing a pain in his neck whilst he glared downwards towards the offspring. ”What is someone you doing so far from home? Uhhhh- where’s your mama?”
The playful, childlike callowness that the chimes conveyed brought forth memories of impoverished parents, desperately doing all they could for the good of their children, all the while the innocent tykes sat back and giggled, cried, and shat. Kids were like that; they could never truly understand the volume of a situation, rendering them deaf in a way. And ultimately, as Leroy would come to understand from experience, there just was not room for the deaf on life’s conveyor belt of tragedy and triumph. Bundled of joy? More like bunches of stress.
That’s not to say Leroy detested children, oh no. In his opinion, they could be pretty chill. It’s just that they were obstacles. Hurdles. Banana peels in your way, preventing one from crossing the finish line in time.
A moist nose led the guardsman down a path, guiding him towards the disturbance. It took a whiles, but he made it, and came face-to-face with an abandoned offspring, it seems. One with... a doll. Well, if horror ever taught him one thing, it’s that small individuals with dolls should not be trusted.
He’d sniff a hearty sniff, momentarily satisfying a runny snout, before kindly turning his amber gaze towards the child. Or, at least he thought his movements were kind. It’s kinda been a while since Leroy interacted with kids.
"Well, errrr- hello there,” the male greeted serenely, the height difference between the two at fault for causing a pain in his neck whilst he glared downwards towards the offspring. ”What is someone you doing so far from home? Uhhhh- where’s your mama?”