“All that ruckus ain’t called for.”

Morgan · May 02, 2019, 12:03 PM

Morgan took the bump Phex put on him, and he didn’t shy from it, giving her permission to get a bit closer on him if she was cold. Well not all up on him, but close enough to dry up some of that stank swamp mess water she dredged her goofy ass through. He wasn’t fond of her antics, but she reminded him so much of a member he ran with in the posse prior- immature, but quite the little sister reminder. He wouldn’t be smiling doin it, but he’d take blows for the lil piebald pain in his ass.

Keeping his sights on the pair ahead, the southwesterner listened to what it was they had to say. He didn’t know if Cry had the time ta show a new girl how ta exactleh ‘fit in’ in their society- but it sure as Hell seems to be his most favorite thing with baffling them all with, taking in all the strangers who ain’t got no place ta go. And this Illidian fella seemed to be stickin his own neck and posse name out for her- took balls. He nodded appraisingly at Illidian, appreciating the coy’s grit. Well, he wouldn’t know that, but less hostility hung in his guarded golds with this shabackle.

Bring himself back to Cadeau, he offered a lil nod to her too as he addressed her. “Gone keep that in mind. We’re headin’ back home anyways- gone let the man know he’s got a lookin’ over ta do on ya.”

He felt the tense beef on his back and shoulders alleviate a bit. Less stressed, he atleast was grateful they weren’t exactly at tha borders a’howlin away and scarin away all the game. But comin’ across em creepin round didn’t hold back any untrusting feelings too much. He’d have ta remember this Illidian and Cadeau- might make fer allies, one day.