04-09-2020, 02:24 AM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT THEY'VE WRITTEN MY NAME IN THE STARS. I'VE DEALT WITH GREED AND SCARS !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Oh yeah.
That gut comment got his face shoved into the sand underneath them and he only let out muffled growls, obviously his kicking wasn't helping him at all either. He would lift his head a bit spitting out some sand only to growl at Michael in protest "You're heavy to me! Now get off!" He squirmed a bit more only to narrow his gaze at what Michael said next about how he should trust his fucking uncle, a scowl forming on his face as he rolled his eyes for a moment and shook his head as he would reply with a soft snort escaping him "I'll trust ya when ya start training me," He decided to go with only to lash his tail to the sides, his tufted ears swiveling forward. "And besides, you broke mama's promise of not fucking cussing in front of us anyways." His own smirk appearing on his maw, he brought one of his paws up to his nose to brush off the grains of sand from his nose. God, he hated whenever it got stuck between his toes and now it felt weird having it on his stupid nose. Though he didn't complain too much since he and Brandy would always rough house with one another, so getting sand in your nose was kinda inevitable at this rate and he was sure it would become a frequent thing if Michael was going to be his mentor.
He watched as Michael tilted his head to the side seeing him become thoughtful, it honestly amused him knowing that his uncle wasn't expecting his next move but he would play along nonetheless as his scowl deepened especially once he saw the mock hurt that Michael began to portray. "Yes, I do, beloved uncle." He snorted with a bit of amusement and only felt adrenaline course through his body when Michael stumbled back with both of his paws resting upon his nose, Trygve took the opportunity to scramble to his paws and shook the sand out of his coat with a soft pant. He immediately turned around to listen to Michael curse and watch as daggers were glared at him, it honestly made a devilish smirk appear onto his lips "Aw c'mon! I just wanted t'show you that I'm not just a cub! I can put up a fight," His smirk grew wider as he added "Besides, I didn't think you'd let your guard down even for a moment." Hopefully, Michael wasn't bleeding from the nose. A bit of concern briefly flashing within the draconic cubs eyes as he tilted his head a bit to try and see if there was any. He couldn't really see with his uncle's paws over his nose and Ry frowned a bit only to finally voice his worry.
"You alright? You aren't bleeding, are ya?" [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
That gut comment got his face shoved into the sand underneath them and he only let out muffled growls, obviously his kicking wasn't helping him at all either. He would lift his head a bit spitting out some sand only to growl at Michael in protest "You're heavy to me! Now get off!" He squirmed a bit more only to narrow his gaze at what Michael said next about how he should trust his fucking uncle, a scowl forming on his face as he rolled his eyes for a moment and shook his head as he would reply with a soft snort escaping him "I'll trust ya when ya start training me," He decided to go with only to lash his tail to the sides, his tufted ears swiveling forward. "And besides, you broke mama's promise of not fucking cussing in front of us anyways." His own smirk appearing on his maw, he brought one of his paws up to his nose to brush off the grains of sand from his nose. God, he hated whenever it got stuck between his toes and now it felt weird having it on his stupid nose. Though he didn't complain too much since he and Brandy would always rough house with one another, so getting sand in your nose was kinda inevitable at this rate and he was sure it would become a frequent thing if Michael was going to be his mentor.
He watched as Michael tilted his head to the side seeing him become thoughtful, it honestly amused him knowing that his uncle wasn't expecting his next move but he would play along nonetheless as his scowl deepened especially once he saw the mock hurt that Michael began to portray. "Yes, I do, beloved uncle." He snorted with a bit of amusement and only felt adrenaline course through his body when Michael stumbled back with both of his paws resting upon his nose, Trygve took the opportunity to scramble to his paws and shook the sand out of his coat with a soft pant. He immediately turned around to listen to Michael curse and watch as daggers were glared at him, it honestly made a devilish smirk appear onto his lips "Aw c'mon! I just wanted t'show you that I'm not just a cub! I can put up a fight," His smirk grew wider as he added "Besides, I didn't think you'd let your guard down even for a moment." Hopefully, Michael wasn't bleeding from the nose. A bit of concern briefly flashing within the draconic cubs eyes as he tilted his head a bit to try and see if there was any. He couldn't really see with his uncle's paws over his nose and Ry frowned a bit only to finally voice his worry.
"You alright? You aren't bleeding, are ya?" [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]