01-15-2019, 07:53 PM
A smirk broke upon the slipshod canine’s mug as a retort to the first arrival - Morgan. The pearly pooch always failed to disappoint Leroy with his pleasant presence. Every time the poofy fellow entered a room, the overall tone alleviated into a state of mirth, which meant he was perfect for parties such as this humble shindig.
In amusement would his amber hues observe Morgan’s sorcerous actions, fetching aqua with ease by using no more than brain waves. The endowment to manipulate fluids was what Morgan possessed, and what a power to have. The raw vigor that came with a gift like that was incredible, allowing the Samoyed to pull off some pretty gnarly shit. There was the time with the gator, in which he swindled the juices that operated in the reptile’s eyes into exploding; truly a brutal feat indeed. Tonight, though, his magic tricks were wielded as a tool for drinking plain old water, it appeared.
A compliment towards his living space was likely the last utterance the Guardsman expected to hear tonight, and eve in which everybody shared the confines of his humble, fairly disorganized home. He’d accept it, though. It was from Morgan, anyways, the same individual who enjoyed Leroy’s cooking.
“My friend,” he jovially began, “I’d say it’s an ode t’ the good times. Th’ crap for tomorrow and yesterday’s shit can be forgotten, ‘cause we celebrate tonight.”
“Drink-wise,” the gray-highlighted cur continued, “‘ve developed a controlled gusto of sorts for whiskey. Can’t be good for me, but man does it do the trick! ... If ya aren’t interested in booze, I made sure t’ grab some juices and stuff, if ya wanted anything more fancy than water.”
Consecutively, his attention put itself on his second guest, Crow. The most recent time the pair had met was back during that ill-fated junkyard trek, where Leroy invited most of Tanglewood to go dumpster diving, only for them to discover a sleeping buffoon.
“Came this close - sorry t’ disappoint”, a joking reply arose from his aged maw. “Make yourself comfy, if possible; grab a drink or three, if ya want.”
“’m not the best at hosting stuff,” he’d then mumble quietly, reacting to his irregularly blithe demeanour.
In amusement would his amber hues observe Morgan’s sorcerous actions, fetching aqua with ease by using no more than brain waves. The endowment to manipulate fluids was what Morgan possessed, and what a power to have. The raw vigor that came with a gift like that was incredible, allowing the Samoyed to pull off some pretty gnarly shit. There was the time with the gator, in which he swindled the juices that operated in the reptile’s eyes into exploding; truly a brutal feat indeed. Tonight, though, his magic tricks were wielded as a tool for drinking plain old water, it appeared.
A compliment towards his living space was likely the last utterance the Guardsman expected to hear tonight, and eve in which everybody shared the confines of his humble, fairly disorganized home. He’d accept it, though. It was from Morgan, anyways, the same individual who enjoyed Leroy’s cooking.
“My friend,” he jovially began, “I’d say it’s an ode t’ the good times. Th’ crap for tomorrow and yesterday’s shit can be forgotten, ‘cause we celebrate tonight.”
“Drink-wise,” the gray-highlighted cur continued, “‘ve developed a controlled gusto of sorts for whiskey. Can’t be good for me, but man does it do the trick! ... If ya aren’t interested in booze, I made sure t’ grab some juices and stuff, if ya wanted anything more fancy than water.”
Consecutively, his attention put itself on his second guest, Crow. The most recent time the pair had met was back during that ill-fated junkyard trek, where Leroy invited most of Tanglewood to go dumpster diving, only for them to discover a sleeping buffoon.
“Came this close - sorry t’ disappoint”, a joking reply arose from his aged maw. “Make yourself comfy, if possible; grab a drink or three, if ya want.”
“’m not the best at hosting stuff,” he’d then mumble quietly, reacting to his irregularly blithe demeanour.