03-21-2019, 10:59 AM
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Truth or dare. The mention of the notorious game seemed to instantly summon his presence -- what could he say? He was a sucker for games. The little sawbone neglected to announce his arrival with more than a chilled draft of air before his gaunt figure popped into existence from nowhere, stumpy tail wagging in excitement. A rusty bucket handle hung from his mouth, belonging to a snarling flytrap. Audrey III hadn't sensed real living, breathing creatures in a while. Which was probably why Beck brought the mutated plant along for socializing.
Setting the admittedly-hefty portable pot of Audrey down at his side, the mangy feline plopped himself into a seat distant yet still close to Kiira with a wordless sigh. While Audrey swiveled its head this way and that in an effort to detect the subtle movements around it before defeatedly slumping over and resting its chin on the earth, Beck was practically wiggling in anticipation, his image slightly distorting with each twitchy movement. He couldn't help but send Crow a toothy grin at his predicament -- Leroy did smell like shoe polish after all.
Setting the admittedly-hefty portable pot of Audrey down at his side, the mangy feline plopped himself into a seat distant yet still close to Kiira with a wordless sigh. While Audrey swiveled its head this way and that in an effort to detect the subtle movements around it before defeatedly slumping over and resting its chin on the earth, Beck was practically wiggling in anticipation, his image slightly distorting with each twitchy movement. He couldn't help but send Crow a toothy grin at his predicament -- Leroy did smell like shoe polish after all.