it's an unpredictable early morning...

Lost in a daydream of pretty girls twirling around a dance floor made of sparkling gold, Akito is startled by the sound of someone approaching. The uneven gait against slick stone has him turning to look apprehensively toward the canine. By the way the dog was averting his gaze toward the ground and keeping his distance, Akito figured he was at least not feral, but not as outgoing as other dogs he had met. His brows knit together as he waits a few moments. Was the stranger going to speak or continue to avert his gaze? When the dog doesn't speak, Akito lets out a sigh.

"Can I help you?" He asks, his deep tones rather blunt even if he was in a good mood on the inside.