quiet things
02-24-2017, 07:28 AM
Arsenal is a hulking creature when it comes to actually existing. He's not sure why that is, but that's fine. Genetics. Genes. Armistice siblings, all of them were flipping massive. Hulking, but moves easily enough. Rolling in his shoulders, stretching everywhere else. Not like he was moving at present. No, large, flat rock. Sunning himself. Enjoying it, really. What a gorgeous day, truly. A stranger is slinking up as well, and he wasn't gong to really do... all that much. He didn't... particularly care? He should say something. Arsenal should say something. Say something aloud to her... yet he dozes still. A light breeze picking up, he can tell the scent is feminine. A woman. "Watch your footing, there's a loose rock two thirds of the way to where I am," at least he's doing her a favor. Doing his part to be friendly, tail wagging, eyes still closed. Sunshine was something he couldn't really get rid of. He loved his sunshine, he loved his summertime. Everything else? That was a question, of course. fall in love or in lust, either one |