04-27-2018, 01:26 PM
no stranger to the danger
COLDBLUE "BLUE" ROUX — MALE — THE TYPHOON — BETA — MEDIUM
a wide yawn splits the child's features and he listlessly strolls along with the crowd, half-lidded eyes observing the gathered persons with a mixture of fatigue and mild curiosity. coldblue is not tired because he has actually done anything productive, per say, but he has done lots of lazing about recently which has totally wiped his reserved energy. so now he feels even more lazy. a single, triangular ear twitches in response to hearing his father speak his name. me? a pain in his ass? the boy holds back a dry laugh. coldblue is still young, but he is pretty sure that his mother has caused more trouble than he ever has. sure, he is a useless lump of fur most days whose only interest is music and art and maybe exploring, but blue would call that type of behavior "disappointing," not a pain in the ass.
"bite me," he mutters under his breath as he languidly strolls towards an open space in the crowd. he searches for goldie or roman (or even guru), but it seems he is the first of his family aside from dear ol' dad to have arrived. he yawns again, just as pincher begins his tirade about the tanglewood. slimy, huh? blue thinks he might have to pay them a visit, if not only because he's too young to actually do anything productive and he likes to push the limits of his relative safety. where's the fun if he's not risking capture, torture, or death?
he listens to the rest closely, even if he appears to be dozing off. the medical tryouts in particular catch his interest. coldblue is not opposed to learning how to fight or anything, but he really hates getting dirty and he thinks that if he learns how to heal people, there is a reduced chance of finding himself covered in blood and mud and other nasty stuff. "is there, like, an age requirement, pop?" he asks loudly, foregoing any formalities because he is the captain's son and he will call his father whatever he pleases. "yannow, to, like, heal people 'n stuff."
"bite me," he mutters under his breath as he languidly strolls towards an open space in the crowd. he searches for goldie or roman (or even guru), but it seems he is the first of his family aside from dear ol' dad to have arrived. he yawns again, just as pincher begins his tirade about the tanglewood. slimy, huh? blue thinks he might have to pay them a visit, if not only because he's too young to actually do anything productive and he likes to push the limits of his relative safety. where's the fun if he's not risking capture, torture, or death?
he listens to the rest closely, even if he appears to be dozing off. the medical tryouts in particular catch his interest. coldblue is not opposed to learning how to fight or anything, but he really hates getting dirty and he thinks that if he learns how to heal people, there is a reduced chance of finding himself covered in blood and mud and other nasty stuff. "is there, like, an age requirement, pop?" he asks loudly, foregoing any formalities because he is the captain's son and he will call his father whatever he pleases. "yannow, to, like, heal people 'n stuff."
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