Post by Fang on Aug 13, 2023 14:12:42 GMT
Even if the words had been nice, the tone implied that the vampire didn’t actually care if Leo found his missing bag. He glanced to his shield as Ice-Face followed his direction; with any luck he would meet a trap or two. They weren’t likely to kill the leech, but perhaps they would annoy him into deciding to return to his foul home ship. It was the best Leo could hope to accomplish against an immortal enemy with unnatural abilities.
There was a blur of Beck, darting down the stairs and picking up speed as she noticed Leo’s eyes upon her. He saw the moisture in her own, but had only managed to part his lips to speak before she darted into the girls’ cabin and the lock clicked softly. Something between a sigh and growl replaced the greeting he had been prepared to give as he jerked the shield from the stair. His home was becoming a lot less… comfortable.
With no leads on his soap, and no one below to accuse or accost, Leo shuffled up the steps distractedly. Once on the top deck he shuffled to the main mast and threw his anchor rope around it unceremoniously. If he couldn’t clean he would sleep, except the rope fell short of a complete loop. At the memory of the rope being severed by the chimera’s teeth Leo let his frustration free, punching the solid mast with a deep and echoing thud that he followed with another, and another, until the pain in his hands overcame his anger.
A wordless cry released the last of his rage, aimed toward the sky and uncaring of who heard. As the scream died on his lips he flopped onto the deck where he stood with a smack that stung his chest and forehead as they connected with the timber. It wasn’t enough to bring on the black escape of unconsciousness, unfortunately, so Leo simply lay there listlessly.
”I just want my soap,” he groaned as he rolled over. Everyone wanted things they couldn’t get back, it seemed.
There was a blur of Beck, darting down the stairs and picking up speed as she noticed Leo’s eyes upon her. He saw the moisture in her own, but had only managed to part his lips to speak before she darted into the girls’ cabin and the lock clicked softly. Something between a sigh and growl replaced the greeting he had been prepared to give as he jerked the shield from the stair. His home was becoming a lot less… comfortable.
With no leads on his soap, and no one below to accuse or accost, Leo shuffled up the steps distractedly. Once on the top deck he shuffled to the main mast and threw his anchor rope around it unceremoniously. If he couldn’t clean he would sleep, except the rope fell short of a complete loop. At the memory of the rope being severed by the chimera’s teeth Leo let his frustration free, punching the solid mast with a deep and echoing thud that he followed with another, and another, until the pain in his hands overcame his anger.
A wordless cry released the last of his rage, aimed toward the sky and uncaring of who heard. As the scream died on his lips he flopped onto the deck where he stood with a smack that stung his chest and forehead as they connected with the timber. It wasn’t enough to bring on the black escape of unconsciousness, unfortunately, so Leo simply lay there listlessly.
”I just want my soap,” he groaned as he rolled over. Everyone wanted things they couldn’t get back, it seemed.