After you just went through all this bullshit to fetch him, you're not about to let Pheres take off with some kid with a drone phobia.
You stalk forward until you're close enough to grab him, and then you do, one hand wrapping around the top of a rostal horn. Thank fuck for gloves, because you can feel the heat of the cuff even through the leather.
"Stop being such a wicked cluckbeast," you order. "You fucking dumbass. The fuck you think they're going to do, they see your candy-ass trying to hide out a sweep?"
He's not a blood mutant: his cheeks are ruddy enough that it's clear he's maroon, and you saw his clothes under the sun cloak. Boy is hiding exactly jack shit under that thin-ass get-up, so obviously, he's got nothing to fucking worry about.
The yellowblood is another story, but you really do not give a fuck about the pipsqueak. They're the jade's problem.
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After you just went through all this bullshit to fetch him, you're not about to let Pheres take off with some kid with a drone phobia.
You stalk forward until you're close enough to grab him, and then you do, one hand wrapping around the top of a rostal horn. Thank fuck for gloves, because you can feel the heat of the cuff even through the leather.
"Stop being such a wicked cluckbeast," you order. "You fucking dumbass. The fuck you think they're going to do, they see your candy-ass trying to hide out a sweep?"
He's not a blood mutant: his cheeks are ruddy enough that it's clear he's maroon, and you saw his clothes under the sun cloak. Boy is hiding exactly jack shit under that thin-ass get-up, so obviously, he's got nothing to fucking worry about.
The yellowblood is another story, but you really do not give a fuck about the pipsqueak. They're the jade's problem.