05-15-2020, 08:10 PM
Bickering and badmouthing were staple abilities within the hound's skillset. The bulky canine found himself so attached to arguing that he eventually considered it an art form. And when others partook in said art form, well, Leroy's proportionately short attention span latched on to the individuals involved. Heated verbal exchanges was up there with cuisine, water, and sleep in the essential components of life for him. The energy that radiated from such disputes satisfied him as if it were a second food source. In short, he thrived on squabbles of all kinds.
Hence the reason why the General found himself at the base of Dr. Caustic's homestead, not many metres away from the flank of Roy. The chemist and his companion had engaged in a rhubarb of sorts; it wasn't a necessarily feverish argument, yet it was enough to garner the leader's interest.
He liked to think that he was a little familiar with Dr. Caustic. The wolf came off as intelligent, and liked to experiment. Y'know, the cliche 'scientist' type tropes. However, he supposedly had a soft spot for making shit explode, as well as, apparently, annoying companions that got in the way of literally everything he was trying to accomplish. In much contrast to the doctor, Leroy held little to no knowledge on the cheetah which accompanied him. At a first glance, they came off as a high-energy fellow whose main drive was generating as much unstable energy as possible. They often broke into Spanish, and seemed to think very highly of themself. Where the fuck had Dr. Caustic picked up this nutjob, he wondered, and why did the two stick together? Nature worked in various ways, as evident with the two inseparable individuals before him, and none of them felt explainable.
What they were planting did not matter to him. The coati had expressed interest in the seedlings, but honestly, the process of growing vegetation was not one of any interest to the wolfhound. Maybe if plants grew in like three days, then he'd show a bit more enthusiasm - but, as everyone knows, plants don't like growing quickly, and instead choose to do so over months, sometimes even years. No, Leroy found himself much more interested in the relationship dynamic between these two, and how they somehow figured out to coincide with one another. "Hoooow's it goin' with you two?" he voices, eyeing the deuce up with intentions that, while not outright malicious, may be of troublesome origins.
Hence the reason why the General found himself at the base of Dr. Caustic's homestead, not many metres away from the flank of Roy. The chemist and his companion had engaged in a rhubarb of sorts; it wasn't a necessarily feverish argument, yet it was enough to garner the leader's interest.
He liked to think that he was a little familiar with Dr. Caustic. The wolf came off as intelligent, and liked to experiment. Y'know, the cliche 'scientist' type tropes. However, he supposedly had a soft spot for making shit explode, as well as, apparently, annoying companions that got in the way of literally everything he was trying to accomplish. In much contrast to the doctor, Leroy held little to no knowledge on the cheetah which accompanied him. At a first glance, they came off as a high-energy fellow whose main drive was generating as much unstable energy as possible. They often broke into Spanish, and seemed to think very highly of themself. Where the fuck had Dr. Caustic picked up this nutjob, he wondered, and why did the two stick together? Nature worked in various ways, as evident with the two inseparable individuals before him, and none of them felt explainable.
What they were planting did not matter to him. The coati had expressed interest in the seedlings, but honestly, the process of growing vegetation was not one of any interest to the wolfhound. Maybe if plants grew in like three days, then he'd show a bit more enthusiasm - but, as everyone knows, plants don't like growing quickly, and instead choose to do so over months, sometimes even years. No, Leroy found himself much more interested in the relationship dynamic between these two, and how they somehow figured out to coincide with one another. "Hoooow's it goin' with you two?" he voices, eyeing the deuce up with intentions that, while not outright malicious, may be of troublesome origins.