07-30-2019, 04:03 PM
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[glow=#6D6D6D,2,300]Ω —[/glow] The smell of a cauterized wound initially peaked Perseus' interest, but he threw the thought aside. As the discussion arose from afar though, the German Shepard reconsidered his ignorance. 'Who's head is that?' From the stuttering to the blunt denial, he couldn't deny that there was a conundrum occurring. The context to him was unknown. Nevertheless, something was off. Curious, the canine moved towards the scene. Growing close, the air was still. Despite that, the smell of salt lingered, causing what was left of Perseus' vision to run red. His pace got faster. He only abruptly stopped when his front paw stepped in a pool of what was presumably the head's blood... or whatever it was. The canine continued though. Not long after, he found himself by Moth's side. Stiff and concerned, he could tell that the female was emotional. He was going to remain by her side throughout this. There was no need for a child to be dragged into this mess.
The Crow's words rang throughout his thoughts, only to be interrupted by the sudden thump of a soft object (presumably the head) hitting the floor. In response to Crow, an excuse followed. 'Corn syrup,' the monotone voice mumbled. An amused snort left the dog. "That's not syrup, my dear boy," he grimly echoed back towards Beck.
Head turning to where Crow was presumably wandering about, Perseus continued to speak. "I don't think this is inexcusable, really," he mused. "Nevertheless, that is my thoughts on the subject." There was no personal connection between Beck and him. He was only thinking logically. A catatonic man with a head in their grasp was very abnormal, but that seemed to be sympathizing with him instead.