Chromeo would kinda rather die than try to wheel around in the snow. Not like actually, but it's sure as hell how he feels when he stopped being able to feel his paws too many minutes ago to count and the wheels on his backside seem to catch in every hole or on every hidden obstacle. The only thing keeping him stumbling along is the sight of a village in the distance and the direwolf at his side. "Ghost, my man, this sucks ass," he complains, huffing, even though he knows the feral creature can't understand him. More quiet then before his eyes widen and he coughs a little. "Oh shit, I forgot... If there are humans in here, don't eat them, okay? No. Eat. Humans. Compendre?" Even with that underlying worry, he still keeps trucking forward. He half hopes it isn't people and half does, but really he's sure it's another one of these "clans." It's a new concept to him, something he never caught on tv before and so, like everything he's never seen on tv, he knows nothing about it. He watched a lot of movies waiting for his back legs to grow back like the neighbor's cat told him would happen only to realize she lied. Or maybe he just needed to water them more. Either way, he's stuck with these wheels now and they are bogging down. He's just feeling way too slack to do all this.
Lazily, he grabs a mouthful of some of Ghost's long hair and says all muffled, "Dragff me acruss dee dreshold." Really just hoping that he'll ignore him and keep going while Chromeo just hitches a ride.
/let Ghost post first please, ty!
Lazily, he grabs a mouthful of some of Ghost's long hair and says all muffled, "Dragff me acruss dee dreshold." Really just hoping that he'll ignore him and keep going while Chromeo just hitches a ride.
/let Ghost post first please, ty!
WITH ALL MY HEART AND ALL MY YOUTH
I PRAY TO BE AS COOL AS YOU!
I PRAY TO BE AS COOL AS YOU!