12-05-2019, 07:47 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Perseus is like him. He sees it in his eyes, clouded and distant but still expressive by the fine layer of disgust that toughens his features just so. They're different, maybe, in that where Kazuhira defines shapes as half-perceivable shadows against blinding light, Perseus may only see in muddled shadows, blurry colors, maybe nothing at all - but they know each other's world nonetheless, if only from different angles. Remove the glasses from the feline's face, and the playing field was leveled. The hound sitting off to the side looks to be older than the rest, or maybe just an old soul. Old enough, at least Kaz figures, to believe that he has seniority around here, and gets to claim a pass when asked to get up off his rear.
He looks to Moth - who seemed to arrive at the mere thought of needing medical attention, he appreciated her timeliness - and smiles against her disgruntled comment.
"I'd like to think they'll use this opportunity as a learning experience - not just a means to beat each other up. I've got my eye on them." Sure, somebody would get hurt. What Moth judged to be too hurt was likely to be vastly different from Kaz's perception; then again, maybe his peers in training were tougher than either of them expected. He pauses for a moment, leaning to slide his glasses down the length of his muzzle. A pair of equally clouded eyes are bitten by the sun, and he squints - a slow adjustment leaves him sweeping his gaze slowly across the groups before settling back onto Perseus. He grins, all teeth, as he peers over the top of his shades. "Sorry, pal, you can sit on your ass later! Unless you want to take me two-on-one with Spiderman over there, you're gonna want to get up before somebody tramples you. Snarl -" He shoves the glasses back up the length of his nose again as a flash of movement catches his eye, and the moment is lost. "- Keep moving! Take it easy on the bite force."
He looks to Moth - who seemed to arrive at the mere thought of needing medical attention, he appreciated her timeliness - and smiles against her disgruntled comment.
"I'd like to think they'll use this opportunity as a learning experience - not just a means to beat each other up. I've got my eye on them." Sure, somebody would get hurt. What Moth judged to be too hurt was likely to be vastly different from Kaz's perception; then again, maybe his peers in training were tougher than either of them expected. He pauses for a moment, leaning to slide his glasses down the length of his muzzle. A pair of equally clouded eyes are bitten by the sun, and he squints - a slow adjustment leaves him sweeping his gaze slowly across the groups before settling back onto Perseus. He grins, all teeth, as he peers over the top of his shades. "Sorry, pal, you can sit on your ass later! Unless you want to take me two-on-one with Spiderman over there, you're gonna want to get up before somebody tramples you. Snarl -" He shoves the glasses back up the length of his nose again as a flash of movement catches his eye, and the moment is lost. "- Keep moving! Take it easy on the bite force."