SEA OF DREAMS [stretching]

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Perry has never been interested in going above and beyond. There always had to be a motive behind it, a positive for the long-term, otherwise short-term happiness often meant wasted efforts. He didn't like to tire himself out. The grogginess and ache of moving too much was worse than boredom and the coyote simply couldn't stand to watch others move so energetically. Their movements were like leeches, sapping away at his own will to move, binding him down like a parasite. It wouldn't a surprise to anyone if he told them he didn't like yoga, that he thought the concept of it to be rather ridiculous, and that he considered it to be a more casual name for contortionism. The coyote didn't even dare to hide the look of utter confusion and almost fear at what the wolf was doing when he saw him, the movements that the creature was doing upon the mat, stretching like a snake that had been coiled for too long. He pretended not to see the other doing it, turning his head away when he heard the exclamation of the canine, ears twitching when he glances back. He fakes a look of dismay, realising that Sorbet was trying to shuffle out of a position that looked awfully uncomfortable. He wonders how he even got to that position in the first place.

"Wa-want m-me to h-help you?" the coyote asks, walking towards the male. To be honest, when he first saw the male, he had originally been exploring for one of those landmarks Sephiroth wanted them to find. He was somewhat determined to find something and name it after him but Sorbet's attempts at yoga was what made him stay for as long as he did. That being said, he was sure to keep his distance, assuming that the icy male didn't want anyone to look at him because the area was isolated. Perry was to the point. He could have asked if Sorbet was stuck but it looked obvious that he was. Even if the male said no, rejecting his question, he knew it might have been a pride thing. He examines the wolf further, scrunching his nose and frowning at the poor execution. "Y-You don't wa-want t-t-to h-hurt your neck," he then adds, shuddering a little at the idea of putting so much pressure on the upper vertebrae. He was hoping that his mention of the other's neck would be enough to prove that Perry thought the risks of the position to overthrow the pros, still disliking the idea of yogo especially when it came to animals. Their limbs simply weren't made for such movements and, with Sorbet's state of being stuck, he assumed he wasn't particularly familiar with the pose. Then again, he ran off all sorts of assumptions when it came to dealing with others.