who wants to party ;; aesior

[Cobra]

mustache heard the sounds of another and forgot about his bath pondering. Head twisting to see the luminary and his eyes lit up. It seemed like the other could use some distracting from life. So, he would offer it. After all, who better than the big bad party boy? He would shake his scrap of a mane to free dust from it a bit before trotting over.

"Hey there!" He would flop onto her side beside the other and offer a cocky grin. Ears perking as he carried on. "You look like you need a break from reality. I can offer some conversation or whatever." Smooth fur brain. Real smooth.

actions | "speech" | attacking

✃ i've gotta be a wild one