BABY FLAT-LINE / myhri

[deimos]

bad girlfriend

Myhri observed the jaguar, at this point. His unique coat and quiet mannerisms- even beyond being mute he was quiet. His ears twitched gently as awaited his answer. A grin settled on Myhri's face, widening at the curt nod. He winked behind his sunglasses. "Well, c'mon. There's no point in waiting around." Myhri headed back towards his house, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Damian was following.

Myhri looked back forward, his ears twitching. They made the long trek there, and Myhri let out a physical sigh once he made it to the hut. "Here we are." Myhri said, a grin wide on his face. He pushed the door open, wincing at the faint scent of cigarette and mango. He shook it off, stepping inside and heading for a cupboard. "Uh, make yourself comfy I guess. There isn't a whole lot in here right now." Myhri said, nodding towards the broken chairs, and the bed Myhri was using until he could find things to fix his house up with.

He turned his back, making a small dish, keeping his ears perked if Damian needed anything.

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