09-09-2018, 04:40 AM
[size=9pt]"Shut the fuck up, Oni."
There was no cold shoulder. Actually, as Moon scolded Onision as he always did, there was a slight, sloppy grin sitting on his maw. No real bite to his words or any care at all for the kitten. Instead, he stared straight past the boy as if he wasn't even there and to the hybrid that stood at the border. It took him a moment; his left eye was still foggy from those pirate bastards and he was becoming more short sighted with each passing day, but all it took was a step or two closer to know it was Gabriel. That classic fucking attitude gave it away, anyway.
"Thought your kind only walk planks." He said, head quirked to the side. There was no cold shoulder, yes, and his tone was playful if anything, but perhaps there was an ounce of bitterness, too. A little tiny feeling of betrayal that sat at the back of his mind. But he knew himself well enough to pay no attention to it. It would only show itself in passing remarks that had more truth to them than they seemed, veiled with loose grins and joking tones. Moon, caring? Moon, getting more attached to someone than he'd admit and not knowing how to deal with it? What a ridiculous concept. "Get tired of playing Pirates of the Caribbean, Feathers?" A pause, but he wasn't letting Gabe get away with this easily. He wasn't getting no 'Welcome back's, no glorious reunion just yet, because maybe Onision was right in his question. Maybe Moon wanted to hear the asshole say it. "You heard the man. What's your name and business, Typhooner?"
There was no cold shoulder. Actually, as Moon scolded Onision as he always did, there was a slight, sloppy grin sitting on his maw. No real bite to his words or any care at all for the kitten. Instead, he stared straight past the boy as if he wasn't even there and to the hybrid that stood at the border. It took him a moment; his left eye was still foggy from those pirate bastards and he was becoming more short sighted with each passing day, but all it took was a step or two closer to know it was Gabriel. That classic fucking attitude gave it away, anyway.
"Thought your kind only walk planks." He said, head quirked to the side. There was no cold shoulder, yes, and his tone was playful if anything, but perhaps there was an ounce of bitterness, too. A little tiny feeling of betrayal that sat at the back of his mind. But he knew himself well enough to pay no attention to it. It would only show itself in passing remarks that had more truth to them than they seemed, veiled with loose grins and joking tones. Moon, caring? Moon, getting more attached to someone than he'd admit and not knowing how to deal with it? What a ridiculous concept. "Get tired of playing Pirates of the Caribbean, Feathers?" A pause, but he wasn't letting Gabe get away with this easily. He wasn't getting no 'Welcome back's, no glorious reunion just yet, because maybe Onision was right in his question. Maybe Moon wanted to hear the asshole say it. "You heard the man. What's your name and business, Typhooner?"
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