08-21-2018, 11:42 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker
☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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Despite his rather docile, compliant demeanor and his whole "fighting for what is right" thing, while all genuine, Pierce's morals were not as black and white as they appeared. He had done bad things for the greater good, things he'd regretted in the short-term to make sure his loved ones would be okay in the long-run. So, though it may come as a surprise to some, he didn't believe that stealing was always a bad thing, nor did it automatically make someone bad. Stealing from those who already didn't have enough was bad, but when someone clearly hungry was taking food from a place like Sunhaven, with more than enough to spare? He didn't see why they were met with hostility rather than hospitality.
The fox had gotten himself into quite the mess, it seemed, and though he seemed relatively unharmed, Pierce couldn't help but be mildly concerned as he stepped forth, attempting to assist Monroe in getting the netting and all the dead fish off the trespasser. Alongside Monroe's, Pierce posed a question of his own, "Are you alright?" Though he didn't think stealing was inherently wrong, he didn't exactly condone it, either, which was noticeable in the lack of usual warmth in his voice. However, it was soft as ever, touch gentle as he tried to help the vulpes out of his sticky situation. For the time being, he ignored the others' words, focused more on making sure the stranger hadn't hurt himself, or anything.
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The fox had gotten himself into quite the mess, it seemed, and though he seemed relatively unharmed, Pierce couldn't help but be mildly concerned as he stepped forth, attempting to assist Monroe in getting the netting and all the dead fish off the trespasser. Alongside Monroe's, Pierce posed a question of his own, "Are you alright?" Though he didn't think stealing was inherently wrong, he didn't exactly condone it, either, which was noticeable in the lack of usual warmth in his voice. However, it was soft as ever, touch gentle as he tried to help the vulpes out of his sticky situation. For the time being, he ignored the others' words, focused more on making sure the stranger hadn't hurt himself, or anything.
"speech"
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