PARTY DRESS - open; joining

[BUGSY]

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It was true, one could associate Bugsy with the "tall and dark stranger" trope, considering that he was . . . a tall and towering individual. Not that he necessarily was dark. He hoped that he didn't come off that way to everybody. Was it because of his rows of canines, as deadly as knives? Was it because of his confident and swaggering gait? Was it because of his shining chain necklace with a tooth on it? He appeared to be quite a d a n g e r o u s dog, especially considering his genes and his breed, but it wasn't good to make everybody fear you. While Bugsy could appreciate respect, he didn't want to ( s h a k e ) the very earth with each step he took, making others around him [sub]cower[/sub] in fear.

She stepped on a shard of glass and couldn't bring herself to pull it out on her own? Huh. "Well, most certainly." He was going to insist that she didn't need to repay him in any way, but then again . . . wouldn't it be nice to be repaid? Who knows, maybe she had quite a favor in store for him.

Just as the canine was about to try and fix his teeth onto the glass, a feminine voice had interrupted him, and it was not that of the stranger. Bugsy lifted his head and craned his neck to lay eyes upon the silvery she-wolf. Hey now, she had interrupted him! While that would slightly irritate him in any other situation, perhaps he could make an . . . exception for this. The medic that came along didn't look half-bad either. Were all of the ladies here as elegant as she?

The Beauceron tilted his head back towards Empyrah and commented, "Guess it would be best to leave it to her." Getting that favor would've been nice, but he was no medic, after all.