06-05-2020, 04:03 PM
The distant outline of Goldenluxury Roux's figure summoned an uncomfortable twinge of guilt within his throat. It should not have taken a cosmic event of gargantuan proportions for his chocolate hues to observe her once again. A good ally would've visited more often, to maintain a stable friendship between the two. Yet, alas, Leroy did not jaunt to the tropical territory as much as he should have, and he felt badly for it.
His typical stony-hearted swagger is touched by an apologetic bashfulness, adding some slouch to his posture and footfalls. The male advances in this scantly uncomfortable manner towards the pirate captain, accidentally brushing against Roxanne's flank as a result of clumsiness. He apologises under his breath, before parking his rump on the ground a rough metre or so away from Goldenluxury. Clever, it was, to keep his ass to the earth; one could not notice his inactive tail, which did not wag despite being in the presence of a treasured accomplice.
A minuscule smile breaks out across his visage upon noticing the gifts. Exotic herbs and fish. "Thank ya kindly," he finally says, dipping his noggin graciously. An unnatural worry had marinated within his mind, a worry that he might say something that'd already been said. Normally, Leroy didn't give a flying fuck about what he said or what others said, but a feeling (perhaps birthed by guilt) drove him into a state of hesitance. His eyes wander about the folks present. The canine wasn't the best at basic arithmetic, but he deduced that there were five individuals other than him or Goldenluxury present - though, sometimes, he considered Dr. Caustic and Octane to by a single unit. Regardless, the presence of five other people likely meant that the essential questions had already been asked. With this being the case, the male said nothing more, eagerly waiting the captain's own words instead.
His typical stony-hearted swagger is touched by an apologetic bashfulness, adding some slouch to his posture and footfalls. The male advances in this scantly uncomfortable manner towards the pirate captain, accidentally brushing against Roxanne's flank as a result of clumsiness. He apologises under his breath, before parking his rump on the ground a rough metre or so away from Goldenluxury. Clever, it was, to keep his ass to the earth; one could not notice his inactive tail, which did not wag despite being in the presence of a treasured accomplice.
A minuscule smile breaks out across his visage upon noticing the gifts. Exotic herbs and fish. "Thank ya kindly," he finally says, dipping his noggin graciously. An unnatural worry had marinated within his mind, a worry that he might say something that'd already been said. Normally, Leroy didn't give a flying fuck about what he said or what others said, but a feeling (perhaps birthed by guilt) drove him into a state of hesitance. His eyes wander about the folks present. The canine wasn't the best at basic arithmetic, but he deduced that there were five individuals other than him or Goldenluxury present - though, sometimes, he considered Dr. Caustic and Octane to by a single unit. Regardless, the presence of five other people likely meant that the essential questions had already been asked. With this being the case, the male said nothing more, eagerly waiting the captain's own words instead.