[Forests were loud regardless of the time. Owls hooted and there was scampering in the underbrush, all signs that nocturnal creatures moved about. It was easy to focus on it, so different from the slithering, sliding or click of animals moving over stone or gravel. Despite scratching out a living in Etraya, he still wasn't that used to forests and would have preferred even the creaking slick smelly docks that still had considerable familiarity.
He was busy wrapping again, cigarette smoke caressing his cheeks and nostrils as he worked. The acrid tang of cigar smoke did indeed reach him, and he was able to shift his leg from resting at the heel on the log to the ground when the butt of knife slammed into his side. He growled low in his throat in surprised pain, and he jerked away from the punchy blow, tearing some sutures beneath for his efforts.
Silco...
Vander didn't have to look to know who had attacked him, and he would admit that it was awful ballsy for the older man to assault him outright. His head snapped around to locate Silco in case he come face-to-face with the blade the next time, and the red hate-smoldering eye was easy to pick out in the dark as he bared his teeth around his cigarette.
Blood was already striking through the bandages and damn it, now he was going to have to wash them and find new ones. Annoyance flared, but he otherwise simply stared at the older man. He could give chase, but he expected it would aggravate Silco further if he didn't. If he didn't rise to the bait, Silco would likely feel the need to come back and settle the cheap attack.
So instead, he issued a low chuckle.] Missed me, did you, Slugger? Summer camp doesn't seem to have improved your mood.
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He was busy wrapping again, cigarette smoke caressing his cheeks and nostrils as he worked. The acrid tang of cigar smoke did indeed reach him, and he was able to shift his leg from resting at the heel on the log to the ground when the butt of knife slammed into his side. He growled low in his throat in surprised pain, and he jerked away from the punchy blow, tearing some sutures beneath for his efforts.
Silco...
Vander didn't have to look to know who had attacked him, and he would admit that it was awful ballsy for the older man to assault him outright. His head snapped around to locate Silco in case he come face-to-face with the blade the next time, and the red hate-smoldering eye was easy to pick out in the dark as he bared his teeth around his cigarette.
Blood was already striking through the bandages and damn it, now he was going to have to wash them and find new ones. Annoyance flared, but he otherwise simply stared at the older man. He could give chase, but he expected it would aggravate Silco further if he didn't. If he didn't rise to the bait, Silco would likely feel the need to come back and settle the cheap attack.
So instead, he issued a low chuckle.] Missed me, did you, Slugger? Summer camp doesn't seem to have improved your mood.