sour

He was preparing to howl another sad song when a familiar face popped through the bush. Jupiter lifted his head to look at her and then dropped it dramatically. "Ugh, Darya. I'm just having the worst day." He let his front paws flop onto his chest for emphasis and in the process lost his grip on the bottle. It slid off of him, landed bottom side down and somehow managed to stay upright. He might have labeled it a miracle had he been a little bit less focused on his troubles.

Jupiter pressed a paw to the bridge of his nose before jerking upright suddenly. He reached out for Darya, intending to grab her by the shoulders and/or neck and drag her inside. "I could use some company. Get in here." His goal wasn't necessarily to drag her on top of him, but in all honesty he wasn't thinking beyond 'Darya needs to come inside' and he hadn't given the direction he was pulling her much thought. She could just as easily step over him to the clear space beyond or evade his grasp. He wasn't putting too much effort into it although he would be disappointed if she rebuffed him.