09-11-2018, 05:12 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Ever a sucker for pushing the boundaries of the norm, the male had quite the spring in his step as he approached not too long after Pincher, despite all the faults of the Captain (well there was only one fault and it was that he was well... a Captain) Feliks had grown a bit of a fondness for the jaguar for reasons beyond justifying. There was just something about cooler, calmer figures that made the gryphon giddy with anticipation - he was gonna be the one to make them come out of their iron shells, whether they agreed or not. A smirk faintly lined on his dark beak, the hybrid would flash his typical self-serving look towards the newcomer, offering a nod in greetings. "Well you gotta be honest with the new lil' pumpkin, if we're a bunch of rowdy drunk pirates who want to fight each other then to hell with manners am I right!? Hey, newbie uh... whatever the hell your name is,". She'd called them assholes, it didn't seem unjustified to go along the same route of namecalling. "Assclown. You, uh, wanna fight? I'll go easy on ya, I'll even tie me own legs together so you stand a chance,". That very last phrase sent a nervous chill down his spine, perhaps evidence that he was just jesting about with the other if the smarmy look wasn't a big enough clue. Feliks wasn't going to take sides in the arguments of youngsters, especially two that he didn't have any issues with. Clashing personalities was the only reasoning for the spat, both of them had their points. "Name's Feliks by the way, I'm the Typhoon's Ligma so I'm a pretty big deal around here,". Probably not the best joke to try and make in front of aforementioned youngsters, but oh well.