IF THIS IS TO END IN FIRE — open, m+g

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]Rainbow places, people with spikes and angel children with wings. Andrew had decided that if he was going to live here, then he'd better get used to the...oddities. (He'd lived with Kaden for seven months. How hard could it be?)

Currently, the German Shepherd was ambling through the streets, gawking at all the buildings and the color that bounced off the walls. This was definitely way better than looking at green and brown for the past few months, right? After all, he'd only walked into six walls already. Doesn't get much better than that.

After running into his seventh wall, the boy stopped to rub his nose and forehead. "Freaking concrete walls." He huffed. Turning around, he stared down the street, where npcs and his clanmates ambled around from place to place, working on their daily schedules and stuff. Andrew wondered if he'd ever feel comfortable enough around here to randomly walk into someone's house, grab something off the shelf and walk out.

...Probably.

"Meet and greet." The canine called out on a whim, as he was starting to get restless. Watching other people walk made him restless - Jesus Christ. He had serious issues.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]The canine turned his head towards Yuri, blinking. Come and play? He hadn't exactly...invited him to play a game, unless the definition of a meet and greet had changed recently. A nervous smile made a fleeting appearance before it disappeared. As Yuri introduced himself, Andrew arched metaphorical brows. This guy was commander? Wow. Andrew had kind of imagined the leader as a battle-hardened veteran with this cool scar across his nose, or...something. "Andrew," He said, swallowing as the Commander moved towards him. Andrew ended up leaning away slightly, wondering if Yuri was one of those creepy people who knew everything about everyone without talking to them.

Glancing to Frightfur, the German Shepherd tried to take in the familiar sight of the metal feet and spikes. She seemed nice, but Andrew wasn't so sure. Maybe it was a cover up. Maybe she was here on a mission from another planet. Maybe he just had trust issues. You never knew. "Yeah, I remember you. Frightfur, right? The one with all the spikes." So maybe that was a little blunt and probably more than a little rude, but Andrew was starting to wonder if there was anyone here that didn't have a creepy personality or odd looks. (Was that racist?)

Oh, wait - this guy, um...Oh hell. I can't remember names for the life of me. He flicked his gaze to the vice commander. Andrew remembered him from the border. The guy seemed to have a good sense of humor, which he liked. As Night mentioned his run-ins (literally), Andrew rubbed his nose. "'m not used to concrete yet. Or...watching where I'm, er... going." He shrugged. "Careful" wasn't really in his vocab list, which sucked since he sucked when it came to interacting with the physical world.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 440px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 137%; margin-top: -5px;]Well, manners were one thing and being brutally honest was another. Most of the time. Andrew realized he'd probably offended Frightfur, which made him feel a little guilty since she hadn't done anything to him yet. (Yet.) The boy tilted his head, studying her with coffee brown eyes. "I might have to take you up on that." He replied to her joke, trying for a smile.

Aw, a child. Another one. Technically Andrew was still a kid himself, but he preferred to consider himself...mature for his age. (Which wasn't even true.) "Hey, um, kid." The canine greeted. Could he say that? "I'm Andrew. And...sure, I guess. If you think I'm big, you should see my brother." It was true - they were twins, but Kaden got the muscles. Unfortunately.

Glancing to Lucien, Andrew studied the feline. He had a forked tail, a bandanna, and fake cat ears. The first one wasn't as strange as Frightfur's metal spike in the chest, but the fake cat ears just...confused him. Was there something wrong with his real ears? Deciding not to piss anybody else off - for now - he tilted his head. "Hi." He replied. This guy spoke in third person. It would no doubt get on his nerves later on, but for right now, he was more interested in what compelled him not to use first person. Was it...psychological? It couldn't be a speech disorder. That wasn't physically possible, right?

(sorry for the late reply! i've been at a friend's house all weekend.)

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