[It was quite a strange phenomenon, what they had between them. Vampires and fae were both suspicious by nature. There wasn't much trust on either end. Maybe they were too alike in ways that would force them to reflect on themselves. That didn't stop Flins from coaxing out the young man from the closet when he'd caught him hiding. It taught him a lot, and was the framework for how he handled his charges from then on.
His eyes squint at that face, understanding wholeheartedly just what it's like to swallow something out of necessity. Hang in there, Hugo. It's just one coffee.]
Oh? That is a boon. I've recently gained the ability to understand them, as well. Between us, we'll have the upper hand.
[He starts to walk towards the end of the dock, where they've all started to conglomerate. Their heads tilt back and forth, getting a good look at the spoils they were carrying. Flins carries himself with grace, walking as if the birds would make way for him, rather than avoid their path.]
We'll need to find the leader. He has knife scars on his cheek from a run in with August Villareal's raven. He's the largest, so he should be easy to find.
[As Hugo follows, the sounds of the seagulls can be quickly translated into idle chatter among them:
'Oi, it's the fae!' 'The fae!' 'Ay, that weird guy's here, he gives me the creeps.'
'Shh! He feeds us! He's got fries!' 'The fae's got fries?' 'Yeah!'
'We're starvin' over here ever since that guy stopped showin' up. We take the fae's fries!'
'Who's that blond guy?' 'I dunno, but I'll take the fries from him.' 'Fries, Fries!'
Flins seems unfazed by their chatter, eyes searching as he makes his way further to the dock, finally resting his eyes on the leader. A large, battered seagull with scars that could rival a mafia boss.]
Here we are.
[The gull looks up at them, beady eyes squinting at him, and then to Hugo.
'Whattya want, fae. That's a lotta fries ya got there. Must be somethin' ya need bad.']
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Date: 2026-01-19 04:41 pm (UTC)His eyes squint at that face, understanding wholeheartedly just what it's like to swallow something out of necessity. Hang in there, Hugo. It's just one coffee.]
Oh? That is a boon. I've recently gained the ability to understand them, as well. Between us, we'll have the upper hand.
[He starts to walk towards the end of the dock, where they've all started to conglomerate. Their heads tilt back and forth, getting a good look at the spoils they were carrying. Flins carries himself with grace, walking as if the birds would make way for him, rather than avoid their path.]
We'll need to find the leader. He has knife scars on his cheek from a run in with August Villareal's raven. He's the largest, so he should be easy to find.
[As Hugo follows, the sounds of the seagulls can be quickly translated into idle chatter among them:
'Oi, it's the fae!' 'The fae!' 'Ay, that weird guy's here, he gives me the creeps.'
'Shh! He feeds us! He's got fries!' 'The fae's got fries?' 'Yeah!'
'We're starvin' over here ever since that guy stopped showin' up. We take the fae's fries!'
'Who's that blond guy?' 'I dunno, but I'll take the fries from him.' 'Fries, Fries!'
Flins seems unfazed by their chatter, eyes searching as he makes his way further to the dock, finally resting his eyes on the leader. A large, battered seagull with scars that could rival a mafia boss.]
Here we are.
[The gull looks up at them, beady eyes squinting at him, and then to Hugo.
'Whattya want, fae. That's a lotta fries ya got there. Must be somethin' ya need bad.']