three cheers for the croc in you

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Truthfully, Roan rarely ever noticed Galaga's beeping anymore, as strange as that sounded to outsiders. The soothsayer didn't make a habit of bringing the hatchling with him everywhere, so not everyone got to meet Galaga in the first place. However, when they did end up meeting his little reptile companion, their first question would often be how he could handle the little one's constant noise. The medic would often give them a strange look at that, mainly because he had always found Galaga's beeping rather pleasant. This was mainly because Roan was used to a steady and constant stream of anxiety and a sense of responsibility running through him, something that always seemed to generate an unpleasant noisy mind for him. Galaga's beeping, by comparison, was a pleasant constant. It was a rhythmic and present reminder of where he was, and what he should be focusing on. When the tabby began to feel as though he was slipping too far into his own mind, Galaga's beeping would serve to ground him. However, explaining that felt a bit too heavy for such a seemingly calm and fun encounter, so he found himself just muttering, "...He doesn't really stop much, but I don't mind. I've honestly just become used to it, and it doesn't really register anymore." Shifting a little, he then reached out a paw to drag along Galaga's spine, the hatchling pausing in his beeping for a moment to appreciate the affection.

Feeling himself doing that whole inside his own mind thing again, Roan hastily shook his head, muttering as he gave a bit of a forced laugh, "Anyways, you'd better be careful with spooking the young ones, Rosemary. I don't want you to end up in the temple because a bunch of betas decided to band together to take you on." He doubted that such a "beta revolution" would end up happening, but the thought of it was pretty entertaining. A bunch of mere apprentices, banding together to take on the "witch" of The Typhoon. He had never really appreciated that description of his aunt, but he couldn't complain about it too much, considering Rosemary referred to herself as a witch on occasion. He supposed it really depended on the context, or the connotation of it.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan