KISS AND TELL / o, patrol

[coldblue]

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Unlike Roxanne, Coldblue does not mind patrols. Honestly, of all the things a person could be ordered to do, walking around and sniffing things and maybe yelling at a trespasser every now and then is not too bad. And as lazy as the young Roux is, walking is something he is fully capable of doing. "I'll tag along," announces the boy as if the others are blessed by his presence--if anyone bothers to look at him close enough, they may be able to detect that his is exaggerating his usual haughtiness for his own personal amusement. A lazy smirk dances upon his handsome cream-colored features as glacial blue eyes flicker about the small group. "Hi, Connor," the boy greets with a smile that is about as genuine as Blue gets towards people outside his family. He has not spoken to Connor much, but Blue likes the other male already. The child's attention switches to Roxanne. He still hasn't figured out if she is actually his aunt or if Pincher just sort of adopted her into the family. He supposes he could ask, but that would reveal that he hasn't been paying attention for months. "What's with the bag?"