Well, well, well. Kanja eyed the sad, drunk lump at her paws. Even with his stupid face hidden by the bucket on his head, Kanja recognized the lump as Ashmedai. How could she not, since he was tangled up in the stupid, garish shirt of his. The ridiculous fabric was wadded up and wrapped around him like a python after its next meal. It was a wonder he could breathe. She squinted at him. Or could he even breathe? Only one way to find out. With a lazy swing of her paw Kanja kicked the bucket that was lodged on Ashmedai's head. "You alive, Ashole?"

Ash had remembered where he put his shirt! Ah how he had missed it. Now he could drink it up in style. Which he did, and then slumbered. He was only awoken when someone kicked his sunlight blocker and asked if he was alive. Ashmedai sprung up, briefly tangling with his shirt before ending up on the ground again. He glowered at the offender.

It was Kanja.

A sharp and crooked smile rose on Ash's freckled maw as he untangled himself from his floral shirt.

"Augh, this bihh again," he said, shortening 'bitch' just in case she decided to be offended. "I knew you couldn't stay away from me."

Kanja watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Ashmedai flailed around trying to get his bearings. So he wasn't dead. That was good. Leaving him there to rot might have weighed on her conscience for awhile. Might have even soured one whole day. "Ohho, did you now?" she asked as she eyed his gaudy shirt with a distasteful expression. After a beat her gaze wandered to the bucket that had been on his head and then to his face. She quirked a brow at him skeptically. "By the looks of you it's a wonder you know anything at all."

It took Ashmedai more than a few moments to struggle and worm his way back through his shirt properly, giving it a few good tugs at the end to make sure it laid as flat as it could for being the mix of revolting wrinkled floral mess it was.

She said he looked such a mess that she wondered how he knew anything at all, to which Ashmedai rolled his eyes, "Please, I'm not even half as hungover as I should be right now," he said. "You mean you've never gone on a full season bender?"

Of course she hadn't. No one in their right mind would have done that. Aside from that, he had been gone and came back to bad news and didn't really feel like going back yet. But he didn't really have much to do here, not knowing many of the wolves here anymore. He had decided to let himself play while he was here.

"By the way," he said. "Dija miss me, Kanye?"

Her frown deepened as she watched Ashmedai flail around in his shirt. After a brief and valiant struggle he managed to get it sorted out so that every inch of its gaudy glory could be seen. Kanja ran a quick disapproving eye over it. Yep. Just as hideous as she remembered. "No," she sighed response to his first question, her voice laced with faux sorrow. "Can't say I have. I just...I just value my dignity far too much for that sort of thing." "Didja miss me, Kanye?" Immediately she dropped the fake sorrow and snarked, "Terribly. I'm always on the lookout for puppies to kick and you, honey? Everything about you's kickable."

Pfft, Kanja saying she valued her dignity too much to go on a season-long drinking dive.

"Like you have dignity in the first place," he said, springing away a step or two for good measure.

She said she was looking for puppies to kick, saying he was kickable. Ash threw her a wink, "Oh, I'm much more than just kickable, baby," He said, his voice dripping with fake seduction. "Never knew you were a sadist though."

He remembered to keep his distance.

"You found yourself a partner with that puppy-kicking habit?" he asked, the joke a cover for the information he decided he wanted. What was she up to these days? Ash wanted to know without giving away the fact that he, you know, actually cared about Kanja.