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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:46 pm
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Grin cracking more along her lips, the ghoul continued to dote affectionately along her pooch's head, rubbing at the base of his ears a few times fondly, before settling back against the seat herself, "Well, I like friends who can stick around when things get a little... hot." she mused, looking quite pleased with herself, as she gave a curious side glance to the boil again, for a reaction.
Cannon, of course, kept his glare focused... But it shifted with a snap to aim at another reaper that'd appeared out of nowhere! Well... not really, but they did emerge from above, from behind the seat that was ahead of them. Giving her just as much a displeased, and threatening expression, his body pressed a bit firmer to his summoners leg protectively.
But Verusha didn't react, besides a small lift and lower of her foot against the hounds leg to brush against his chest. He was always so on edge with others... it was one of his most charming features. <3
"Oh but him being ornery is part of what makes him so awesome, don'tcha think?" she teased on, leaning forward to nuzzle her face to the top of the fire dogs head, faced towards the monster with a rather wry expression plastered on. Straightening after awhile, she looked to the hand extended her way, smirking at the formality. Smoothing back the lengthy hair on her only one side, she a very firm, and curt shake was given in return, "I'm Verusha. And this is Cannon." her head tilted in gesture to the steaming pup.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 2:49 pm
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The boil simply rolled his eyes up at the "hot" quip, then turned his attention to the new ghoul as she mentioned hellhounds and the like. It seemed an appropriate association, and one he let his thoughts linger on as he continued to exchange stares with the pooch. That is until introductions came about, to which he looked up at the offered hand that he was probably meant to shake.
He did so, but almost hesitantly. Contact wasn't much his thing, neither was affection or even conversation when he was in the worst of moods...which wasn't today.
"Kane," he replied, giving a firm but incredibly brief shake of her hand before going back to crossing his arms. The boil still refused to look toward Verusha and instead kept his focus on Cannon, who was still glaring in his direction. He wasn't really worried or anything, but there was something about being stared at that made him...fidget with the edge of his shirt sleeve.
"Oh, yeah. Awesome," he snorted. "Remind me to bring some roast-able food next time; maybe it'd give him a target that isn't my shoes."
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