[size=9pt]It was true; the picture couldn't capture the immense beauty and magnificence of the real thing. So in walked the real thing.
Moon didn't spend much time in here. For whatever reason that was. He didn't know. Maybe he'd spent too much of his life outdoors, and now he was ruined for the alternative, hooked on the breeze against his fur and the scent of undergrowth in the air. But it wasn't that poetic. He just hadn't... had the time of day. Until now.
"Nah," says the general, slipping in quietly. His voice was low, aware of the atmosphere that seeped from the room and, for once, not eager to disturb it. He was tired. "Don't think we've met before." The lion slips up beside the german shepherd, who he hasn't interacted with but has heard word on the grapevine about. The grapevine meaning Har. Golden eyes are glassy when they lay on the canine, but there's nothing a sleepless night can do to disrupt Moon's typical bullshit. He's immune, at this point. "Bones, right? Moon." He greets, and then turns to the picture. "Named that big rock after me. Asked for the planet with the ring around it 'cause I love Beyonce. If you like it then you should have put a ring on it. But some guy called dibs. Joe Peter."
Moon didn't spend much time in here. For whatever reason that was. He didn't know. Maybe he'd spent too much of his life outdoors, and now he was ruined for the alternative, hooked on the breeze against his fur and the scent of undergrowth in the air. But it wasn't that poetic. He just hadn't... had the time of day. Until now.
"Nah," says the general, slipping in quietly. His voice was low, aware of the atmosphere that seeped from the room and, for once, not eager to disturb it. He was tired. "Don't think we've met before." The lion slips up beside the german shepherd, who he hasn't interacted with but has heard word on the grapevine about. The grapevine meaning Har. Golden eyes are glassy when they lay on the canine, but there's nothing a sleepless night can do to disrupt Moon's typical bullshit. He's immune, at this point. "Bones, right? Moon." He greets, and then turns to the picture. "Named that big rock after me. Asked for the planet with the ring around it 'cause I love Beyonce. If you like it then you should have put a ring on it. But some guy called dibs. Joe Peter."
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