Away with the waves | Joining

[daniel]

Well, it was nice to see both a newcomer and the crewmates offering their welcome all being outgoing and friendly with each other, not that most that showed up seemingly without warning on the shores of the Typhoon were all shaking in their skin, but a full on conversation was a bit surprising to say at the least. He was just so used to the business, in and out routine. And he preferred it that way, less room for him to make a total fool out of himself. Having what felt like the entire chain of pirate command all shaking their head in disappointment was more than enough. Or maybe they weren't, and couldn't care less, but he certainly felt that way, and Roan wasn't exactly known for being subtle with his disgruntled persona either. He'd get it together, he was...kind of sure of it.

Starting with the bane of his existence, one of the many anyway. Greeting new people, he wouldn't say it out loud, like most of what passed through his brain, but gods, he hated doing it. Anxiety aside, he just wasn't very social, and there was never anything to say on his end. He was a notorious vibe killer, and for that reason, he tried to avoid rolling out the red carpet when he could, but that was a responsibility that he could no longer avoid the older he got, since it looked pretty bad when someone handed a title of responsibility refused to do what was generally expected of them. And that was worse, the sting of being socially awkward was temporary for each interaction. And they had been doing pretty decent with not being the hotspot of the season, compared to the period of time where everyone seemed to get the memo to visit the Typhoon and have a look around.

Had Danny been patrolling when he arrived on scene? Nope. Taking a nice stroll? Not that either, chief. He was just hungry, and the prey often brought in wasn't doing it for him anymore. He was getting far too big for small fish and crustaceans and the occasional bird to provide, and he wasn't about to send a small feline out on a wolf's hunting duty, and Keona was still working out the kinks to her sudden bodily change. He was on his own for this one, and in sending his ass out by his lonesome he managed to do decently for himself, dragging out a rather large fish on his own, fur plastered against his frame with salty ocean water and a strip of seaweed stuck to his hip, water and shiny ichthyic blood dripping from the gap between his jaws. Of course, with his new meal between his teeth he couldn't quite say hi, and didn't think about dropping it to do so. So when the wolf emerged from the shallows and laid eyes upon the feline trio, he simply wagged his tail, water droplets flying positively everywhere behind him.

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