Because, you know, I'm a pirate

Chaos continued to throw bemused glances over at his older brother. When he'd first seen the ridiculous get-up Ash seemed to consider to be battle gear, he'd just about died laughing. He'd gotten the gales of laughter under control during the journey here, and managed to stifle even the odd chuckles that escaped once in a while. How he'd managed to get laid not just once, but at least twice (judging by his comment about him having other kids, which would have been a surprise to Chaos had he not already been inundated with Ash-based surprises), Chaos just didn't know. Presumably by not wearing either the shirt or the harness around prospective mates. He couldn't even imagine how Rhyme and Shaye were supposed to take them seriously. He shook his head again, then raised his muzzle and sent out a call announcing their presence and... requesting an answer. Normally, he'd have demanded someone move their ass to the border to answer him, but it was probably better to start off polite so they didn't get off on the wrong paw immediately.