IT BE LIKE THAT SOMETIMES :: open, joining

[The Tombs]

[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Out came creatures that he shockingly had no intentions of playfully flirting with based on appearance alone. The canine's metaphorical eyebrows arched at the arrival of a manticore and...some fish guy. Mmm, fish sticks. Neither of them seemed particularly attractive to the dog, which was a surprise—he would keep his massive, loud mouth shut...for now. Just they wait until they revealed traits and habits for him to poke at. Mostly in good play, sometimes to be an ass.

"Dante Conundrum," the lithe Doberman Pinscher answered in reply to the manticore, going on that first-and-last-name basis that was presented by the other, who was titled Peytriviing. The hybrid simply introduced himself as Finnishwars or "Finn." Hmm...Finnishwars. Something about the name sparked a familiarity he had not felt in this realm, but he pushed it off, for he could not recall the alias from any world he traveled to.

With a soft sigh Dante cracked a half-smile for Peytriviing as he spoke. "Beat me to the punch. A tour'll be nice, guy. Oh, and nice to meet y'all two," he added with a tug at his pink bowtie—affectionately labeled Pinkie. He had a thing for bowties. Especially this one.

[glow=#c7002e,2,300]I'M A HIGHWAY STAR[/glow] — ♚