He threw an arm around the smaller man, setting a brisk pace toward the scent of baked delights even as he ensured the other wouldn't fall behind.
Rhodo smiles crookedly, gesturing in the direction of the bakery.
❝ It's this way! ❞
"...We GOTTA go ta the Blossom--"
He threw an arm around the smaller man, setting a brisk pace toward the scent of baked delights even as he ensured the other wouldn't fall behind.
"...We GOTTA go ta the Blossom--"
The owner that totally isn't Byrok's friend Giovanni-
"Gehe!! I'd say so, yeah."
The wildman cracked his knuckles, the pops sounding more like wood snapping than air bubbles between the joints.
"...We GOTTA go ta the Blossom--"
"Gehe!! I'd say so, yeah."
The wildman cracked his knuckles, the pops sounding more like wood snapping than air bubbles between the joints.
❝ Uh, that depends. Is seven years long enough? ❞
A soft chuckle as he shakes out his hand.
"Ya been here long? 'Ve been trynna nail down the local hotspots fer good grub, ain't been as lucky as I thought I'd be."
"Gehe!! I'd say so, yeah."
The wildman cracked his knuckles, the pops sounding more like wood snapping than air bubbles between the joints.
"Ya been here long? 'Ve been trynna nail down the local hotspots fer good grub, ain't been as lucky as I thought I'd be."
❝ The pleasure is mine, ❞ he insists.
"Rose, huh...?"
He kipped-up, landing lightly on his feet with consummate ease. The Wolf offered a large, star-scarred hand to the agent.
"Nice ta meetcha!! Name's Byrok."
"Ya been here long? 'Ve been trynna nail down the local hotspots fer good grub, ain't been as lucky as I thought I'd be."
"Rose, huh...?"
He kipped-up, landing lightly on his feet with consummate ease. The Wolf offered a large, star-scarred hand to the agent.
"Nice ta meetcha!! Name's Byrok."
Shit. What does xe say? Xe doesn't really have a secret identity. Gotta make something up-
❝ Rose. ❞
...... THAT'S A GIRL NAME.
The wildman closed his eyes, allowing the other to observe his training to its heart's content.
"...Got a name, pal?"
"Rose, huh...?"
He kipped-up, landing lightly on his feet with consummate ease. The Wolf offered a large, star-scarred hand to the agent.
"Nice ta meetcha!! Name's Byrok."
The wildman closed his eyes, allowing the other to observe his training to its heart's content.
"...Got a name, pal?"
Clears throat.
❝ I'll... let yooouuu... do that. I suppose. ❞
... he's not really moving away, though. He's too busy staring.
He gave the other an appraising look, nary a hint of him budging from his extreme position.
The wildman closed his eyes, allowing the other to observe his training to its heart's content.
"...Got a name, pal?"
He gave the other an appraising look, nary a hint of him budging from his extreme position.
❝ ...,, Am I interrupting. ❞
He gave the other an appraising look, nary a hint of him budging from his extreme position.
Feel free to sit on his abs, he's basically doing his best impression of a bench right now.
Feel free to sit on his abs, he's basically doing his best impression of a bench right now.
"Huh, awfully mild snowstorm."
"Huh, awfully mild snowstorm."
"Just aboutta start, yeah!! Figured clearin' the sky'd gimme more motivation ta really hit the ground runnin'."
"Just aboutta start, yeah!! Figured clearin' the sky'd gimme more motivation ta really hit the ground runnin'."
He cocked his head, scratching his temple in thought for a moment or three.
"Mm... Nah, I don't reckon we have."
Cracking his neck with two swift swings of his cranium, before grinning.
"There a name to the test-giver?"
He cocked his head, scratching his temple in thought for a moment or three.
"Mm... Nah, I don't reckon we have."
Cracking his neck with two swift swings of his cranium, before grinning.
"There a name to the test-giver?"
"That so? Guess I failed."
Cracking his neck with two swift swings of his cranium, before grinning.
"There a name to the test-giver?"
"That so? Guess I failed."
That was a speed test. You dodge those."
"Wha'sh ya prowwem?"
...Mouth's a bit full there, Byrok.
"That so? Guess I failed."