Call Me Crazy, But...
03-15-2017, 08:42 PM
Gideon was dead set on ensuring that if he got no rest, these damned birds got no meal. It only seemed fair, right? So engrossed was he in this never ending game of whack-a-gull that he didn't notice the same dusky fae from the night before come upon the scene. It wasn't until her voice floated towards him that he paused, focus breaking for just a moment. His head whipped towards its source and he opened his mouth in wordless surprise. One opportunistic bird used the moment to dive in, intent on even a single morsel of flesh. Gideon turned with a savage growl and lept, but he was a moment too late. The bird flew off, letting loose a self-satisfied scree, which Gideon answered with some colorful language of his own. With a disgusted huff he launched a half-hearted snap at the nearest rat with wings, before abandoning the carcass entirely. The birds dove with with cries of delight. He turned towards Nati and began walking her way. "No, I was not. Hungry or otherwise, nothing is worth the gut rot it would give me." He tossed the scene one last withering glance. "I was awoken to the caterwaul of hell's demons. Turns out it was... Well, I'm sure you can piece the rest together." He gave her a shrug, as if his morning so far had been perfectly rational. Really though, who liked seagulls in the first place? It wasn't like he needed a reason. In truth, he was a bit surprised that she had apparently sought him out, or at least cared to greet him again after their first meeting. He knew he'd been a bit gruff, be he wasn't about to apologize. After all, he still had a crick in his back form the uncomfortable confines of the meager shelter he'd been able to find. |