09-27-2019, 12:33 AM
Fair pirates, huh? Well, he didn't fit in that much with the aesthetic of pirates, but he sure was fair, and he certainly enjoyed a good fight. When Goldie mentioned that there was one coming up, his ears perked up in interest, and his head tilted to one side. He wondered who they were fighting, but he could kind of assume from everything that he had heard in his travels. After all, he had heard talk of the Pitt making enemies of practically everyone, along with the fact that Goldie herself had a personal hatred of them – although at the time he had heard the stories, he hadn't known what her name was. It was simply the "leader of The Typhoon." He had always been impressed by the stories of what she had done both as the leader of the Typhoon and beforehand, and he found he liked her even more that he had a face and name to put to the stories. Even her name made him happy, since it wasn't too often that he heard two part names that were similar to his own. Most of them were just one part, or unique words, or simple things like the human names he had read in books in the past.
He smiled gratefully when she communicated his message to Keona, before finding himself blinking in surprise when the tigress asked him if he had hearing problems. He felt a sheepish blush come up under his pelt, and he looked down for a moment before giving a little shake of his head. Sitting back on his haunches, he rose his paws and signed out carefully, his tail flicking from side to side, "I can hear pretty well, or about as well as anybody else. I just... I'm not a particularly talkative person. I prefer to communicate this way, or with my writings." That wasn't truly the full story, since he didn't mention his anxiety or the traumatic adventures in the past that had required him to be so focused on fighting the past that speaking was foregone, but he didn't feel like he needed to tell her. After all, she didn't seem like the type to pry, given the secrets he was sure she was hiding behind her gaze.
He smiled gratefully when she communicated his message to Keona, before finding himself blinking in surprise when the tigress asked him if he had hearing problems. He felt a sheepish blush come up under his pelt, and he looked down for a moment before giving a little shake of his head. Sitting back on his haunches, he rose his paws and signed out carefully, his tail flicking from side to side, "I can hear pretty well, or about as well as anybody else. I just... I'm not a particularly talkative person. I prefer to communicate this way, or with my writings." That wasn't truly the full story, since he didn't mention his anxiety or the traumatic adventures in the past that had required him to be so focused on fighting the past that speaking was foregone, but he didn't feel like he needed to tell her. After all, she didn't seem like the type to pry, given the secrets he was sure she was hiding behind her gaze.
[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]
[glow=#245dce,2,300]❝ HIDING IN SHADOWS CAN YOU FIGHT YOUR DEMONS, ♡
29 months & marked by fate [glow=#3b6b5c,2,300]———— can you face yourself? ❞