Pierce
“Tingly, aren’t you, brother?” Pierce’s deep voice rumbles in the baritone of greeting as he follows on the MRI machine’s broadcaster’s heels, a cutting grin offered in greeting toward the rest of the Family, though there is the dip of his chin in greeting to Dorian in particular.
Knowing not what the meeting has been called for, he’s content to settle into an easy pocket amongst the rest of their gathering, eyes and ears rapt with focus, reaching out to run a hand along one of the void fauna nearer enough to him like it was your average friendly neighborhood cat, Pierce settles in comfortably.
Knowing not what the meeting has been called for, he’s content to settle into an easy pocket amongst the rest of their gathering, eyes and ears rapt with focus, reaching out to run a hand along one of the void fauna nearer enough to him like it was your average friendly neighborhood cat, Pierce settles in comfortably.
