[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]So this had turned from... what? Something, into a friendly conversation. How odd. Calloway padded over, greeting them with a nod of his head. "Hello," he said, blinking at Endo. "What are you guys talking about?" Perhaps he could join in on the conversation.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Spotting another joiner, Calloway decided to come over and say hi. Approaching slowly the dingo stopped beside Chanel and said, "hey. Welcome to The Agriculturalists." At first, the name had been a mouthful, but he'd got the hang of it eventually. "I'm Calloway, Calloway Haverford, but you can call me anything."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Corgi's were kinda cute, but they also looked pathetic in the dingo's eyes; small and fluffy. Maybe for a queen they were good, but not for a dog such as himself. However, eh wasn't going to judge someone by their appearance. So the dog walked over, stretching his jaws in a yawn. "Hello."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"It's the cycle of life." Calloway said without a trace of sympathy in his voice. He didn't understand why the caracal was so upset - everyone killed birds, mice, rabbits, other small critters to eat. It wasn't as if he was doing something different. "Kill or be killed. Eat or starve." He shrugged.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Calloway padded over, watching this with a smirk and a nonexistant eyebrow cocked gleefully. Yes, this was great. A fiance finding his fiance. Calloway wondered if Arin or whatever his name was would be joining the group to stay with Ross. "I'm Calloway, by the way." He piped in, even if it was probably unnecessary.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Name and business were the customary words, and though he said it every time he didn't seem to bore of it. It felt wrong not saying those words, as if he wasn't properly asking the name and business. He supposed he could try to reword it, but even then it would sound odd coming off his tongue. "Hey, I'm Calloway. Welcome to The Agriculturalists." He greeted this newcomer.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"I'm Calloway." Since he just said hello and everyone seemed to be introducing themselves, Callo decided he'd join in. Might as well. Wouldn't hurt. "But you can call me anything. And you are?" Jackson's name seemed to have slipped his mind.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]It was pretty, Calloway wasn't going to deny that, but again, he didn't like the night sky. It just reminded him of going into space which was probably one of his biggest fears, he didn't know why. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked softly, padding over.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Oh, dear. Thankfully, Calloway had not got stuck in a situation - or position - such as that. Which he was, admittedly, very glad about. The dingo padded over. "You right there?" he asked, blinking at Loran. If he had come earlier perhaps he could have jlped, but he didn't know how.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"Nice," noted Calloway, padding over. Flower crowns weren't his forte, and he definitely wasn't a huge fan of wearing them himself, but they looked okay on other creatures. Dolores seemed to look pretty good in it, actually. Grinning at her he added, [b]"really brings our the colour of your beautiful eyes."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"Welcome to The Agriculturalists. My name is Calloway." The dingo introduced, nodding his head to the new joiner. Wolfpaw, huh? Interesting. Once more, he was glad of joiners; they benefitted for the Clan in more ways than one.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Calloway had just been walking around, do his regular stretching of the legs, when he spotted Hangingtree. "Hey," he called, trotting over. "Welcome to The Agriculturalists. I'm Calloway." Grinning at her he added, "you look like lava - hot." He winked.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]The point wasn't to rub it into other's faces, it was to be romantic. The teddy bear was intended for Kat and for Kat only. If Cupid took this as a sign that Calloway was trying to rub it into her face, then she was mistaking his actions.
Hearing the cheetah approach, the dingo lifted his head. Grinning, he stepped forward, having carefully places rose petals on his back and head which fell as he walked, almost like a veil made of roses. Though he was not technically asking her out out, he still figured this was good. You know, being overly romantic for someone he truly did like in a more than a friend way was a sign that he truly did like them in... that way.
"Katerina," he began, sort of wishing she had a full name so that he could address her by that in the kind of romantic ways that suggested this was more than a chat or a request. However, she didn't, so her first name would suffice. "Will you go on a date with me? Tomorrow night, meet on the field at dusk."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Calloway's head was tilted to the side as he listened to them speaking. Cartoons? What were they? Peeking over the male's shoulder he looked at the drawings before wrinkling his nose and flatly stating, "they're weird."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"I can dig!" Calloway offered. "I'm a good digger." He was a dingo, after all, and dogs like him were supposed to be able to dig. Cats could climb, he could dig. They both could bite. Nonetheless, the apprentice was up to doing it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Calloway had been drunk before, yes, but he had been sober for quite some time now; and he hoped to keep it that way for a little while longer. After all, being drunk in the moment was great, but afterwards you felt like shit. The dingo padded over, eyebrows raised at the obvious smell of the drunken creature. As well as the slurred speech.
"Well, hello." Callo sighed.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"Loran cut herself." Calloway replied flatly.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]That was a mouthful. Calloway padded over, nodding his head. If Cupid, or Yves Saint Laurent, wanted to change her name, then so be it. Calloway wouldn't change his name, he knew that - he was happy with his name. Besides, he'd already changed it once before; his original name had been Hawaiinkit, to be Hawaiinskies - but Calloway was so much better.
"Okay, Yvis. Saint Laurent. Can I just call you Yvis?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]Chuckling as he heard the fem's words, Calloway nodded. She had been ungraceful, he had more been saying it in a joking way. "Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself." He promised with a grin, wet tail wagging and spraying droplets of water behind him. Eyes gleaming he couldn't help thinking back to that moment when he had almost choked on laughter, watching her stumble away from the lake as if it were a serial killer.
Because yes, lakes could be serial killers.
"What are you thinking about?" He heard her voice and his eyes snapped open. Thinking to his previous thoughts his eyes widened a little and he simply smiled and replied with a level of mystery hinted into his voice, "none of your beeswax." And then, with a grin, he raced into the shallow-shallow end, only his ankles soaked in the water. Lifting a paw he sent a tiny splash towards her, though it would do hardly more than a drop.
Shaking off his fur - which would definitely wet her more than a little drop if she was close enough - he leaped onto the grassy bank, rearing on his hind legs and waving his front paws, which set off a little water.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]"What?" Calloway was confused. As he began to speak about his name, the male figured he was remembering something like - well, perhaps he was remembering what his mother had called him when he was just young. "Reincarnation?" he had heard of it before; perhaps he was reincarnated, and he just didn't know it. He wasn't, but whatever.
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