09-19-2019, 07:05 PM
Ears perked for the whole of the hellhound's address, his noggin softly nods at Wormwood's concluding instructions. Grab a towel, as well as a cloak. He allows the directions to sink into his mind for a second, his earnest gaze falling upon the boy for the a moment.
Roy. Wormwood's adopted bundle of joy. Soaking wet on the outside, though his mind appeared to be desert dry. The feline's facial expression was visibly tainted with monotony, and the manner in which he spoke was rather square. He made a habit of reading faces, as one's face spoke more truths than the mouth. And seeing that the youngster failed to provide a sufficient amount of information (aside from how he'd fallen in the ocean), the canine believed that this was a situation where his skills could be put to good use. All in all, the kid wasn't too much of a hassle to figure out. Beneath the decorative bones that daubed Roy's exterior was a boy robbed of a proper childhood, until now. That's how the wolfhound perceived Roy, at least. Assuming that such was the case, then he offers his condolences - 'twas an unfortunate path he was forced to traverse, as well.
A turbulent wag of his mug shook his stare off of Wormwood's child, allowing the male to focus on the task at hand.
Grab a towel, as well as a cloak.
"Back in a jiffy," he mouths quietly, momentarily projecting his gaze towards Delilah, before making way to the nearest towel.
Roy. Wormwood's adopted bundle of joy. Soaking wet on the outside, though his mind appeared to be desert dry. The feline's facial expression was visibly tainted with monotony, and the manner in which he spoke was rather square. He made a habit of reading faces, as one's face spoke more truths than the mouth. And seeing that the youngster failed to provide a sufficient amount of information (aside from how he'd fallen in the ocean), the canine believed that this was a situation where his skills could be put to good use. All in all, the kid wasn't too much of a hassle to figure out. Beneath the decorative bones that daubed Roy's exterior was a boy robbed of a proper childhood, until now. That's how the wolfhound perceived Roy, at least. Assuming that such was the case, then he offers his condolences - 'twas an unfortunate path he was forced to traverse, as well.
A turbulent wag of his mug shook his stare off of Wormwood's child, allowing the male to focus on the task at hand.
Grab a towel, as well as a cloak.
"Back in a jiffy," he mouths quietly, momentarily projecting his gaze towards Delilah, before making way to the nearest towel.