wher'd ya come from, wher'd ya go

Morgan · February 02, 2019, 05:01 PM

Astonished a bit more than he'd ever fancy in a predicament like this, Morgan was stuck on stupid as to the barrel-roll of his semi-insult. And quite frankly? He didn't know what to say back to that, either. Atleast nothing witty and cute- he'd just say what he always managed to say in times like this.
Either some kind of insult,
Or ...
well..
Another kind of insult?

"I don't akshuly think they want chu, son. All that posin', they gone walk right past ya, thinkin you some kinda bird or somethin." Then again, what if they wanted a bird, too? "Well, unless they was lookin' for the same kinda bird you is- then you'd be a cooked one."

Morgan shook his head, wondering why some poor young fool was out here doing flips and what not like he really was part cat or something. Strange voice the fella had, too. But that was ironic coming from the rider who nobody talked like. Pursing his lips as such a stupid ideal, Mr. Hex threw out a gruff "Wass ya name, fella? Can I call you like, Flip or somethin'? Or you got a name them chasin' fellers ain't gone know you byeh?"

The kid was interestin', sure 'nuff. But would Cry approve of some miraculous flying dog throwin' themselves through the air like that? Was there a rule against flippin wolves? Well hell, were there any rules in Shadewood? Morgan though it would be a bit better to see if this pretty boah could handle himself in a quick cuff, and just to antagonize further, Morgan spoke his mind. "Just in case them rustlers getcha, I need ta know you'll be able to handle yerself, Flip. Show me whatcha made of." The titan stared down the boy, bristling body an earthquake ready to happen.