To be perfectly honest, the reaction was more than understandable, especially to someone like Snake. Not only did he look intimidating -- piercing gold eyes, a slightly stoic expression, and of course THE SNAKES -- but he knew himself what it was like to be easily startled. Sometimes the entire world seemed like an enemy.
Regardless of anything else, Snake did decide not to come any closer. No use scaring the poor man more. The boa constrictor around his shoulders hissed, prompting Snake to give another translation.
❝ Y’ don’t ‘ave any reason NOT ta trust us, either ! Fuck, mate, y’
like bein’ all jittery ‘n’ wotnot all th’ time ? ❞
The comments were followed by a sigh from Snake, and his hand reached to pet gently at the top of the boa’s head.
❝ Wilde. You must calm down. ❞
His attention turned back to the other man.
❝ I apologize for him. He means well, but refuses to be less
abrasive ; please forgive us. We didn’t mean to startle you. ❞
Before he could say anything else, a brightly colored snake slithered forward on the ground, then stopped in her tracks when Snake tapped his foot.
❝ EMILY ! Get back here. What ? ? Snake, don’t be so uptight !
I just wanted to smell him ! He smells like us -- but different.
Yes, I know that. And I said get back here. We can’t very well
offer him any help if you lot keep scaring him. ❞