Momentos a'plenty

Artisan's bicolored gaze lingered possessively upon his trinkets as the critter began to gather them up and try them on, but his worry faded away into exhuberance the instant the panda removed his hat. Artisan had to keep from jumping up and down from excitement, he was already considering asking the fellow if he might borrow it just long enough to take to his siblings and show it off.

The actual act of gently placing it upon his head was exactly as special as he'd imagined, and Artisan's eyes followed the hat obsessively even when all but the brim was past his vision. "Does it look awesome?" What a stupid drunk question, of course it did. He waited for the other to agree that he indeed was the coolest looking wolf of all of Boreas, lighting up as the dapper man's approval was generously given. Best. Day. Ever. He'd need to find a stone to commemorate this new friend too, one as small and orangeish as the raccoon was. Later, though. Artisan wouldn't allow his collection to break into hat-time.

When Armando's approving expression fell away, Artisan's heart might as well have broke. His ears flopped to either side and he inched his muzzle upwards, desperately wishing he could see for himself. Failing, he gave a heavy sigh. "I knew it, it clashes with my coat doesn't it? Give it to me straight, fuzzy friend. I can take it." Even as he said the words, Artisan knew he could not, in fact, take it. But he sure as fuck wasn't going to act like a pussy infront of his new friend.