10-13-2018, 12:46 AM
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Flicking his stubbed tail slightly which caused most of his rear to jerk he allowed himself to creep a bit closer to the scene, shifting nearly blind eyes across the blobs of the crowd. "Who's cold? I can possibly lend some warmth if they would like?" His head was angled down, though tilted off to the side as the doberman allowed his body to slowly sink down to his haunches. After all to make friends one offered to help or so he would like to believe. Maybe the individual would be okay with close proximity and he allowed his head to lift up, gaze flicking to the pinks that seemed more vibrant in his gaze.
[glow=#000,1,400]FILL ME UP WITH NOVOCAINE AND NOW I'M JUST NUMB — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Voices were the only thing that drew the male toward the scene. They were talking about something and he was able to pick up the small sounds of conversation rather against his will. His senses were more sharpened then usual and he already knew what that meant but it was a ways away before it got that bad. Yet there was a sweet smell in the air, something lingering and deadly to his senses. At first he stiffened, caught up between just leaving altogether but he was partially sure he was close enough that he would be noticed and he didn't want to appear as being rude. Not when he knew so little of the people that were in this area now. Smells besides the sweetness also lifted up into the air and he couldn't even distinguish who was who just yet. But they were of the Typhoon and so he imagined that they would be more kind to him than the one that had thrown something at his nose earlier. Shifting pale pink toed paws the white male allowed himself to come a bit closer, lingering on the fringes when something about cold was brought up. Was it cold? The tropical ecosystem would suggest other wise and he could feel the warmth of the son against his spin but that didn't mean the same for everyone. Flicking his stubbed tail slightly which caused most of his rear to jerk he allowed himself to creep a bit closer to the scene, shifting nearly blind eyes across the blobs of the crowd. "Who's cold? I can possibly lend some warmth if they would like?" His head was angled down, though tilted off to the side as the doberman allowed his body to slowly sink down to his haunches. After all to make friends one offered to help or so he would like to believe. Maybe the individual would be okay with close proximity and he allowed his head to lift up, gaze flicking to the pinks that seemed more vibrant in his gaze.