11-05-2018, 07:20 PM
The guardsman had stopped by right from the getgo, eager to pull an ear up and listen to the news. It had been a relaxing week in the ‘Haven, for him, at least. Yeah, when he initially arrived, the canine gave his hosts the impression that he was nothing more than a grumpy old goat, but from then on in, Leroy claimed a spot on a relaxing looking hammock, and popped a squat. A pity that not everybody else shared the same point of view - if he could recall correctly, Axle sort of just gave up and fled to the mountains immediately ensuing the Tanglers’ inauguration into Sunhaven. At least Morgan had a blast with it all.
Now, they were home, and as disgusting and rotten as it is, Leroy had never felt more nostalgic. Finally, his collection, which had been feared to be destroyed by the destructive spirits, now fell under his grasp once more. All those car plates, chinaware, even his jukebox, despite being defunct, were prime features in his day-to-day routine, and a lack of them had caused the male to become anxious. Not anymore, though, for he was home, and home is where the heart collection is.
Amber bulbs pointed towards his poofy chieftain, scanning the Samoyed for any unusual activity throughout the time he spoke his first stanza, some cliche mumbo jumbo about everything being alright. Nope, he was being his expected, optimistic self - there was the possibility in an exotic environment to catch worms, Leroy’d once heard. Upon realization that nothing strange was afoot, he’d relax his stare, and allow his folded ears to take control. A miniature frown sprouted from his maw as the badges were handed out, meant for those involved in an adventure which the hound was not involved in, though it disappeared once his name had been called for a shoutout. Alright, at least there was some bragging rights he’d attained.
"Good job ta those who’ve gotten themselves badges!" a hearty congratulation rang, its owner being none other than Leroy himself, before continuing, ”and, thanks for the shoutout, boss! I agree, I am very pleasant ta see.”
Then followed some shit about thanking Sunhaven’s care, and how they’d be working soon, and blah blah blah, now was the time to party and not worry about the future! The ooner the bummed inhabitants around here realized this, the better.
Now, they were home, and as disgusting and rotten as it is, Leroy had never felt more nostalgic. Finally, his collection, which had been feared to be destroyed by the destructive spirits, now fell under his grasp once more. All those car plates, chinaware, even his jukebox, despite being defunct, were prime features in his day-to-day routine, and a lack of them had caused the male to become anxious. Not anymore, though, for he was home, and home is where the heart collection is.
Amber bulbs pointed towards his poofy chieftain, scanning the Samoyed for any unusual activity throughout the time he spoke his first stanza, some cliche mumbo jumbo about everything being alright. Nope, he was being his expected, optimistic self - there was the possibility in an exotic environment to catch worms, Leroy’d once heard. Upon realization that nothing strange was afoot, he’d relax his stare, and allow his folded ears to take control. A miniature frown sprouted from his maw as the badges were handed out, meant for those involved in an adventure which the hound was not involved in, though it disappeared once his name had been called for a shoutout. Alright, at least there was some bragging rights he’d attained.
"Good job ta those who’ve gotten themselves badges!" a hearty congratulation rang, its owner being none other than Leroy himself, before continuing, ”and, thanks for the shoutout, boss! I agree, I am very pleasant ta see.”
Then followed some shit about thanking Sunhaven’s care, and how they’d be working soon, and blah blah blah, now was the time to party and not worry about the future! The ooner the bummed inhabitants around here realized this, the better.