athletic automaton | disco hijack's joining thread

[discohijack!]

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disco, startled for a moment at the appearance of voice not sounding to be his inside of his mind, whipped his head around in a somewhat frantic attempt to see who the hell said that and... how they did it. although the dusty grey doberman had been blessed with the advantage of an elevated sense of hearing, he absolutely unaware that this ability was supernatural. he could only assume it was the maned wolf because everyone else who he was conversing with was actually talking to him. turning to vem, disco sputtered out, "shit, thanks. nice trick you have there."

turning to the scent of ice cream--something he hadn't enjoyed in a long time--disco's gaze was met by an ice cream cat. how curious, he thought, his eyes taking in the captain's countenance flitteringly. disco offered him a sly smile. "it's nice to meet you."

/muse=low yikes