11-17-2018, 09:31 AM
The endfield's ears flicked back sharply, irked at the scratch of metal. "The feck?" He frowned lightly as he trotted towards the sound, figuring it was the infamous bell. A stranger on their shores then. How fun.
The pirate huffed lightly as he slowed to a stop beside Bakugou. I certainly don't care, he muses, but his seagreen eyes flash down to the stranger's metal paw, blinking. "Need someone more mechanically inclined, I'd say," the irishman pointed out drily. The fae could tell the prosthetic was not in the best shape, but he was no mechanic, not by a long shot. Like his crewmate, he did not particularly care if the other was just here for some help. Even if he ended up being a comrade, odds were he wouldn't care then either. Séamus was not in the business of particularly caring about others, save a single exception, and whenever it actually benefited him.
At least this is a change of pace. Someone a little different from the norm. The vulpine wondered what he did to damage the leg, or if it was just worn down by time. Time had a habit of doing that.
The pirate huffed lightly as he slowed to a stop beside Bakugou. I certainly don't care, he muses, but his seagreen eyes flash down to the stranger's metal paw, blinking. "Need someone more mechanically inclined, I'd say," the irishman pointed out drily. The fae could tell the prosthetic was not in the best shape, but he was no mechanic, not by a long shot. Like his crewmate, he did not particularly care if the other was just here for some help. Even if he ended up being a comrade, odds were he wouldn't care then either. Séamus was not in the business of particularly caring about others, save a single exception, and whenever it actually benefited him.
At least this is a change of pace. Someone a little different from the norm. The vulpine wondered what he did to damage the leg, or if it was just worn down by time. Time had a habit of doing that.
"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán