Armani Suits, and Crocodile Boots

Aresenn took the lack of immediate refusal to be a positive sign- or at least a sign of mild interest. But when he asked to see how difficult it was going to be to even make a collar, he was answered with Sephiran’s chuckle- an invitation to see for himself. However, he didn’t have to. Watching the Saxe boy fight to tear a strip of it nearly exhausted him just watching. “Great.” He said in an annoyed tone. Even if they were able to get strips free … how were they going to pierce the teeth through … it was then his amber gaze settled on Seph’s elongated canines. Maybe that would be a job for his saber-toothed coconspirator.

Once the hide became free, Aresenn set to the labor of tearing his strip free. Standing on the majority of it with his front paws just as the other boy had, he tore and ripped at the reptilian flesh. Every single inch put up a considerable fight. It seemed that he struggled for a very long time when he finally had the strip free. When it finally slip into two separate pieces, he immediately let his band fall to the ground. Taking a couple of strides away to allow his breathing to return to normal, and the blood flow to return to his head. That was way more difficult than it needed to be.