06-13-2018, 12:19 AM
The Striker let out a quiet hum in confirmation, eyes blazing with fierce determination as she stilled her body. Her paws however, trembled a little as it became more a battle of fighting off giggles than of patience. That tickled. She giggles when he's done however, especially finding the title of Ms. Nobody had ever called her Ms, or not in her recent memory.
Of course, her face fell for a split second, paws digging into the sand. He was not the first not to realize, nor, she imagined, he'd be the last. That was okay. She tossed a happy smile at the kind canine, ears flattened sheepishly. "'m sure it looks great!" It felt a little funny, but that was, she assumed, only because she was not used to having paint on her face. She had recognized the shape, which meant it was exactly what she asked for. Keona only hopes he doesn't mind that she can't see it herself. "Than you Mr. Pierce!"
Of course, her face fell for a split second, paws digging into the sand. He was not the first not to realize, nor, she imagined, he'd be the last. That was okay. She tossed a happy smile at the kind canine, ears flattened sheepishly. "'m sure it looks great!" It felt a little funny, but that was, she assumed, only because she was not used to having paint on her face. She had recognized the shape, which meant it was exactly what she asked for. Keona only hopes he doesn't mind that she can't see it herself. "Than you Mr. Pierce!"
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