10-13-2018, 01:05 AM
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It hurt but the pain didn't compare to others he had had in his life. The pain of being reborn was one of them, an experience he wouldn't want to wish on anyone. "It's nothing. Just a scratch I think." Such a pitiful lie but it was too soon, much too soon for him to be seen as a burden among the other Typhooners. He could help himself and the small break of his nose wouldn't set him back. The doberman allowed his head to lift up then out of the reach of the child so that he could prove his point of it being nothing. Not a deterrent for what he was after and what he was trying to do now. "I've been spending the day looking for a home. You could help me with that if you want, um..." Blinking he realized that he didn't have the other's name and he felt bad, frowning and lowering his ears slightly. "Sorry, I don't have your name. Mine is Latterday. Latterday Roux."
[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;"]Surprise pulled across a once pained face as soft words entered into his slightly pulled back ears. His head lowered just slightly out of habit, eyes down cast even as he attempted to locate the place of where the voice had come from. It had sounded young, perhaps a child and he allowed his pinkish purple eyes to roam over the area before he noticed a soft blob right in front of him. The question of needing help had went unanswered for a while and he swallowed thickly, tongue running over sharp teeth before he gave a light sigh that seemed to pull from deep within him. Already he was tired but that was because of some sleepless nights and being drenched from heavy rains that kept him up at night. "I suppose so, although I wouldn't want to trouble you.." Uncommon for a child to ask to help someone but then again not all children were alike. A smile quirked up against his pale colored peach lips before he angled his head back up a little bit. Although he wasn't able to move his head that much before small paws touched him against his muzzle. It caused a small wince to twitch the muscles in his face before he forced himself to relax.It hurt but the pain didn't compare to others he had had in his life. The pain of being reborn was one of them, an experience he wouldn't want to wish on anyone. "It's nothing. Just a scratch I think." Such a pitiful lie but it was too soon, much too soon for him to be seen as a burden among the other Typhooners. He could help himself and the small break of his nose wouldn't set him back. The doberman allowed his head to lift up then out of the reach of the child so that he could prove his point of it being nothing. Not a deterrent for what he was after and what he was trying to do now. "I've been spending the day looking for a home. You could help me with that if you want, um..." Blinking he realized that he didn't have the other's name and he felt bad, frowning and lowering his ears slightly. "Sorry, I don't have your name. Mine is Latterday. Latterday Roux."