02-19-2021, 04:34 AM
Snarky was deaf to approaching pawsteps, sudden contact starteling him out of his stupor. He gave a hiss as he shifted away, orange eyes snapping open as his head swung to look at the black bobcat. Slitted pupils took in the not one, but two felines gathered around him. He took in their appearances, the large collection of blinded eyes. One half, the other fully, both with the potential to miss something. He quickly sniffled, pulling tattered flag against his chest as he rolled onto stomach. He winced as he did so, feeling absolutely bruised ribs jostle as he did so.
Mournful expression was tapped down, replaced with a skewed impression of a smirk. Marred by pain, he allowed his eyes to rapidly dash between the two that approached. Sharp teeth were bared in smile met with a grimace, an attempt to seem friendly. "Pleased to ah, meecha! I am Snarky, pirate of tha seas!" he crows, struggling once more to stand on weary legs. He managed for a moment before faltering, falling now into a sitting position as he surveyed the wreckage around him. Tattered ears pinned against his skull as he slouched, any false bravado quickly fleeing.
He would nod slowly, ears still pinned, as he turned his head to face the duo. He would listen truly to their words, their offers of kindness, and a place of rest. He nodded once more, sighing softly. "Ah, ah thank ah would 'preciate that...", he would say softly, not one to reject kindness or free resources. A medic? That would be appreciated greatly if his inability to stand for more than a minute was anything to go by. Nothing felt broken, just exhaustion worn and bruised. Nonetheless, something to numb the pain would be appreciated. "What, ah, what are ya names?", he asked, not wishing to be rude to the duo who so clearly offered him help.
Mournful expression was tapped down, replaced with a skewed impression of a smirk. Marred by pain, he allowed his eyes to rapidly dash between the two that approached. Sharp teeth were bared in smile met with a grimace, an attempt to seem friendly. "Pleased to ah, meecha! I am Snarky, pirate of tha seas!" he crows, struggling once more to stand on weary legs. He managed for a moment before faltering, falling now into a sitting position as he surveyed the wreckage around him. Tattered ears pinned against his skull as he slouched, any false bravado quickly fleeing.
He would nod slowly, ears still pinned, as he turned his head to face the duo. He would listen truly to their words, their offers of kindness, and a place of rest. He nodded once more, sighing softly. "Ah, ah thank ah would 'preciate that...", he would say softly, not one to reject kindness or free resources. A medic? That would be appreciated greatly if his inability to stand for more than a minute was anything to go by. Nothing felt broken, just exhaustion worn and bruised. Nonetheless, something to numb the pain would be appreciated. "What, ah, what are ya names?", he asked, not wishing to be rude to the duo who so clearly offered him help.
now that existence is on the wake let's see what we can make
— Reggan
— Reggan