The summer’s heat sweltered severely, and Leroy was panting madly. You’d think that hanging out in a swamp would kind of, you know, drive out the high temperatures. Well, you’d be wrong. Furthermore, it’s made all the worse when you take the bugs into perspective. It was hot, humid, and the insects were hostile. Which was why it was to his utmost pleasure when he heard someone shoot the phrase “pool party”, followed up by “free ice pops and cold water”, and to be frank, that was all he needed right now.

As he came closer, one of the two people there he recognized from the encounter from before with Abathur. Ooh, this would be interesting. Leroy didn’t have any current problem against the spider, and he had even apologized for freaking out before Vigenere confronted him. He didn’t want this topic to strike up a conversation, at a pool party no less, though Leroy felt that it was inevitable (unless Vigenere had matured the least bit since the last time they spoke). Assuming that the subject matter were to come up, he would be the better man, and not engage. Leroy wasn’t a fool, he didn’t dwell on the stuff of the past; the real business was the stuff happening in the future.

"’S a nice thing you’ve got here. Morgan, was it?". The other pup he had met before as well, back on the day he first joined. The fluffy one, the one of the few who wasn’t a complete nincompoop. By the looks of it, he could turn into freaking iceman, because Leroy could spot what looked like a waterslide made of frozen water. ”I like what you’ve done t’ this place. ‘T’s pretty cool.”

A pool party. What a quaint idea, he thought, even if the word quaint made it sound like he thought himself above all of them, when really he just thought it to be interesting but not something he would invest in -

He should probably stop defending himself to an invisible audience, he thought, as his ability to explain himself was good enough and didn't need anymore training. The spider crawled over in his own uniquely rhythmic way, glancing two pale eyes of his eight over to Morgan, offering a somewhat apologetic, "Cannot swim." Even if he couldn't, he could still watch everyone, eat an ice pop, shiver at the cold as it permeated his body and messed up his internal temperature - that sort of fun thing. "Will take concessions," he said, to follow his first statement up, as he didn't want to be rude, especially since Morgan seemed so genuinely helpful that he didn't deserve Abathur's uncaring side.

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Orange was the adult’s flavour of everything, yet simply setting his amber eyes on the frozen treat heralded a feeling of sheer childishness into the mongrel, who baked in the sunlight. The pool looked more-than-desirable, and the assurance of cold water was welcomed, though, weren’t swimming parties for children? "Many thanks," he intoned blessingly. Satisfaction immediately overcame him as the ice pop made it’s way into Leroy’s maw. No matter how juvenile he felt while dawdling around here, the wolfhound couldn’t deny he wanted to stay here and escape the unnecessary warmth of the air.