Beach Bash

As Sirius called Tox "princess" her skin flushed under her dark fur. She had pulled so far away, estranged herself from the pack, that she was unused to such a title. It didn't show outwardly, but she couldn't still the nervousness in her heart as she made her way to her seat. The rest of the party seemed to go on well, but Toxicity was just another face in the crowd. A lonesome male, uncertain and timid in demeanor, approached and asked to sit by her. Her mismatched eyes flicked towards his, a brow spot lifting lightly.

"Are you asking my permission, or just if it would be rude to occupy the space near me?"

The words were sharp, though she didn't mean them to be. She didn't know who this man was. Was he a Klein? A slave? Someone else entirely? Toxicity wasn't sure and really didn't want to bother trying to think about it.

"Either way, you may sit."