Lazy Sunday Morning (Making Friends?)

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    Baked had found herself out home despite no longer having a brother to bother. The young female had to find means of keeping herself busy to stop from zoning off, as that ended up with her powers going off themselves. Which in part burned the bedding she had as well as some fur off his front paws. The elkhound let out a soft whimper, trying to think of something good to do. Her necklace swung back and forth almost rhythmically with the way the 1 year old shifted.


    She was never good at making friends, so that wasn't a good enough option to expose herself to the world. Paws were pushing against the ground, trying to occupy herself until someone worth it came around to speak with here.



    Speech."


    The Waters Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker

    Was he worth speaking to? Nah, not really. The fallen Angel of a beast would wander up, fangs glistening and eyes sparkling. "Hi, I dont believe we have ever really met." He began, his deep, smooth voice holding cheer in it. Michael was trying to be friendly today, and hopefully it worked. "I'm Michael, and this is Smoke." The hellhound would say and gesture to his black wisp, the same creature that bounced over his head at all times. Good companion, that damned wisp. Loyal, at the least.

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    Ally was startled to see the large hellhound approach, yet tried to keep a calm look over her face. Though her eyes did travel up to the mentioned spot, yet there wasn't anything there. The female didn't carry the sight as one of her powers, meaning there wasn't anyway for her to see the black wisp. "I'm BakedAlaska, I just returned here after a few months of traveling alone" She was curious on whom here befriended her mother, but now wasn't a time to ask. Being given the chance at making a friend was supposed to be better then taking about your mother all the time. "It's nice to meet the both of you" The tone of her voice was pushed to be more soft and silky, trying to hide the confusion on this smoke character.



    Speech."


    The Waters Sweet, But Blood Is Thicker

    "Let me guess, you don't see him?" Michael asked, still standing. "You mind if i sit with you?" He also inquired. Michael was formal, always asking permission. "And it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Alaska."

    TAGS. conversation has never came forth easily, stuttering and stumbling with a wrinkle of anxiety to truly reign in socialism. chicagocrimes is next to slink forward, drawn in by murmurs of daughter and brother. "al, what're ya doin'?" asks the woman. she doesn't know where she stands with her, her own daughter. but she knows that apologies are not something so easily given up from either one of them and so words do not border on maternal like they once would have, instead awkward and curious upon tongue.

    LEAVE THE LOST AND DEAD BEHIND —

    Massive beast moves closer to mother. Lingering beside. Eyes on sibling unknown. He was not grilled. She seemed to have something with mother. Something bad, or maybe he was wrong. Their first meeting was off. The male would simply offer a low rumble in greeting as he watched the other.


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