Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Scald patiently listens to his father speak. Boy, he had missed quite a bit. The tremor of anger in Gil's voice is one he had yet to ever here. His eyes scan over to Calico Jack, a half-frown on his face. Poor kid. Always was one of the soft ones, wasn't he? And from the looks of it, Rivin didn't agree with the whole being called out either. Scald's face scrunches up at her reaction, his ears flicking backward slightly when he hears Ignis curse under his breath. But before he can stand to intervene with the girl, his mother is speaking. His eyes go wide and he turns his head to look around Flurry (who clearly isn't okay either) at their mother who is definitely a commanding presence. Yeesh.

Once Modesty is finished saying her peace and Ignis has spoken his own, Scald can't help but look at Calliope with an annoyed glare. Who did this kid think she was anyway? With a roll of his eyes, he stands and leans toward Gil and Modesty to speak with them quietly. "'m gonna go talk wit' Loogie and Rexx, k?" One brow is raised in question, almost temping them to stop him. With a final nod of his head, he turns lastly to Flurry and presses his nose to her cheek. "Yer always welcome to come wit' us," Scald whispers, that same questioning expression on his face before he turns to leave.

-exit Scald-

RAISE A LIL' HELL