■□■ Joining | Forgotten in the Fog □■□

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TYPHOON
MALE
11 MONTHS

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: #2C1B02; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]LOST IN THE THRILL OF IT ALL ! TWO-BIT

< Nah don’t worry about it ! >
Bits took in the large husky’s words, he nodded at your answer. He did have to admit to himself that this did seem like a solid set up here. The weather was nice, there was seemingly enough food, and there was lots of vegetation. Could they even help him with anything? Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted or what he expected when he came here... The male pondered this briefly before disclosing ”I’m not sure if you can help me with anything, I stumbled on the island when on my quest for a new home, didn’t know if the island was inhabited or not..” He figured he’d tell the truth, it seemed he most fitting for the situation, especially since the two of them were being pleasant to him. However, he didn’t exactly know what to think of the scenario of someone unpleasant catching him here. Bits was a hassle to nearly everyone so frequently it made him sort of a pest, not intentionally but a pest nonetheless. If someone showed up and starting barking orders at him or started at him with some sort of attitude that ticked him off, his mood probably would’ve snapped in a heartbeat.
Leaving that little thought bubble, he hesitated at your question for a second, ”I’m Two-Bit, but most people that meet me call me Bits.”
Two-Bit took a few more steps forward and propped himself on the more grassy sand spot. He still didn’t like the sand, and he felt his toes fidgeting lightly with it. ”And what can I call you two?” he buzzed. Now he could really see the two of them, and he couldn’t help but once again feel great curiosity on how they’d gotten to live on this island, and what the other members held in store.
”Are there a lot of you here on the island?.. it seems pretty big.”

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