whelp, that happened

*Celeste*

The attitude of this stranger was amusing. Perhaps waking up on some random shore hadn't been that much of a doozy after all. Rolling her eyes in an obvious manner as the wolf picked at their nails, she slowly took a seat. Carefully wrapping her braided tail around her front paws, she pursed her lips. "Honey, females that insist you address them by a formality simply have a stick up their ass," Celeste slowly turned her nose up into the air. A tantalizing smile did tickle at the corner of her ivory lips as she eyed the stranger. "You're not a bad looker yourself, Bexley" she comments as she brings her nose back to a position where she can look at them straight on.

As this Bexley continues, she looks them over once more. Not that she was particularly picky about who she hung around, they weren't exactly her type either. Friends, sure, maybe possibly frenemies if their attitudes clashed. Definitely nothing with benefits though. Celeste needed someone who could pick her up and throw her over their shoulder. You know, those big, goofy, dumb types. "I always have somewhere to be, Bexley," she bats a paw in his direction before a shrug lifts her shoulders. "Yet, I can make time for someone who looks like they just tried to drown themselves," her aquamarine eyes glance over their waterlogged form once more.

"Depends on your definition of fun. Do you prefer the hunting type of fun or the getting drunk type of fun?" Celeste's attention never strays as she now awaits their answer.

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Celeste