Kenny closes her eyes and affects an incredibly serious demeanor. She raises her eyebrows and frowns like a shrewd businesswoman. Naugus gets one quick nod from her before she confidently powerwalks back to the table, her head held high. When she's with her family once more her mother pats her back encouragingly while her father smiles at Naugus. For better or worse (definitely worse) they appreciate his encouragement of their daughter.
That's when one more human approaches the table from the chao garden. As he passes Naugus he gruffly grunts "'S'not a holiday, Ixis. Harrowheart invited his friends over and ditched our asses to entertain them."
For the uninitiated, this must be Lawrence. He's about as tall as Harrowheart and bears a striking resemblance to his younger brother, apart from a few obvious details. He wears thick-rimmed, square glasses, has foregone the 'fashionable' sideburns for a patchy, short beard, and his right arm from the elbow down has been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic. For having such a simple, very robotic aesthetic it must be fairly advanced, because it moves as naturally as any flesh-and-bone hand might.
Lawrence squeezes in between the Durants and Robin, who yelps when she's suddenly hip-checked and forced to scoot to the side. Lawrence levels a tired, emotionless stare at whichever Durant is unfortunate enough to be closest to him. Up close it's obvious the ways in which he differs from his brother – the small details like the dimensions of his nose, the angle of his eyes, the total contempt for life. The little things.
After his disinterested look is through he leans back and tells Anna, "Hope I gave y'all enough time to talk shit about me before I sat down, but if you need a few more minutes I'll shove off a while."
Anna, in response, remains quietly embarrassed until she musters the wherewithal to say, "No, Lawrence, just... Sit and eat with us... And enjoy it?..."
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Date: 2017-04-08 08:21 pm (UTC)That's when one more human approaches the table from the chao garden. As he passes Naugus he gruffly grunts "'S'not a holiday, Ixis. Harrowheart invited his friends over and ditched our asses to entertain them."
For the uninitiated, this must be Lawrence. He's about as tall as Harrowheart and bears a striking resemblance to his younger brother, apart from a few obvious details. He wears thick-rimmed, square glasses, has foregone the 'fashionable' sideburns for a patchy, short beard, and his right arm from the elbow down has been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic. For having such a simple, very robotic aesthetic it must be fairly advanced, because it moves as naturally as any flesh-and-bone hand might.
Lawrence squeezes in between the Durants and Robin, who yelps when she's suddenly hip-checked and forced to scoot to the side. Lawrence levels a tired, emotionless stare at whichever Durant is unfortunate enough to be closest to him. Up close it's obvious the ways in which he differs from his brother – the small details like the dimensions of his nose, the angle of his eyes, the total contempt for life. The little things.
After his disinterested look is through he leans back and tells Anna, "Hope I gave y'all enough time to talk shit about me before I sat down, but if you need a few more minutes I'll shove off a while."
Anna, in response, remains quietly embarrassed until she musters the wherewithal to say, "No, Lawrence, just... Sit and eat with us... And enjoy it?..."