bleeding out into space
10-09-2016, 03:53 PM
Poser has been caught in a rare analytical moment. He's so not used to playing the smart guy, but here he is. The water is warm, it had to have healing properties of some sort. He had to be able to think this through, but he had a feeling it would be good for his foot. Warm water, moving water, it would clean and soothe. It should clean and soothe, right? He splashes once more, careful. Someone is here, and someone is close. Poser's head is low, if by nature of his breed. Brilliant eyes flicker to the man's face, head canting gently to the side. "I was just thinking," Poser's words are soft, colored by the Russian accent he had yet to shake. Pulling the wet paw from the water, shielding it slightly from view. It had been injured, and it had never healed correctly. Wouldn't want to look like a cripple, right? There's a gentle smile on his face, trying to steady his breathing. "Do you now much about these springs?" Right. Ask a question. A neutral question. poser breathy way of saying my name |