dance party at the dmv / meet and greet

[roan ;]

In most cases, Roan would've avoided an event such as this like the plague. As a child, he had been curious and determined enough to want to throw himself into any situation, and find out everything he could about everyone. Nowadays, however, he found that learning more about and growing closer to others just put him in a far more vulnerable position. Despite this, Devland had managed to pull off the rather impressive feat of actually getting Roan to like him upon their first meeting. He was a little too much of a chatterbox for the sage's liking, and he certainly seemed a bit too carefree, but honestly maybe that would be good for Roan. Make him a little less of a hermit. Besides, as much as he wanted to swear off friends entirely, the draconic feline found that the days were growing harder and harder when he didn't have anyone to turn to. So, despite his initial anxieties over approaching the beach, the siamese had just taken a deep breath inwards, making his way across the sand and over to the elaborate layout of blankets and food. He silently wondered how Devland had put such an event together, doubting that he could've made such delicious looking food and drink all on his own.

It seemed as though Harlow and his mother had managed to somewhat throw off the rhythm of the entire event, so the medic decided that he would try and step in and fix it. Roan admittedly didn't know too much about Georgia, but he could at least try to make a decent introduction. Settling into a sitting position beside his mama, the male gestured a paw towards Georgia, muttering with a faint hint of a smile, "This is Georgia. She seems to be musically inclined, has an odd connection with the sea – at least from what I've seen – and is fairly friendly, as long as you're not unbearably flirtatious." He could still remember Michael telling him about that particular warning with a wince, just imagining how many threats must've been tossed Calem's way. The male then opted to continue, his smile growing as he gently brushed his tail against Roxie's side in a little greeting, "And this is Roxanne. She's my mama, and she's wonderful at baking. Not to mention the way she's got with big reptiles. Most people call her Rox, or Roxie. And that little one right there is Harlow. They're my little cousin." Had he accidentally introduced three others instead of one? Oops. He supposed whoever went next would just have to do exceedingly well with his introduction.

[glow=#BB3434,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]