OOC xD I was thinking she could pierce his tongue? He'll probably do something in return for the piercing since that's the could of guy he is. WC: 494
The trees of Cercatori D'Arte have been riddling with talk lately of some sort of drama, but he paid little mind to it. Useless gossip got you nowhere in the world. The crisp, cough educing scent of smoke filled the air wrapping up tree branches climbing higher towards the sky only to be wisped away by a cold breeze. Just like the one who blew it the smoke seemed to climb in hopes of freeing itself from something. What a nasty habit he had developed and he was so young, too. But an addiction is an addiction, yes? One quite, most definitely, but it was hard. All too hard.
By now it seemed he had loped through D'Arte's lands many times since he had yet to attain a house of his own he didn't really mind doing so all that much, though. ...Okay, he had to stop lying to himself. He hated sleeping on the ground and it was getting too cold to do so, anyway. Ah, complaining to himself wouldn't do much good, now would it? Smoke exited from his nose before he dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. He had to find another stress reliever.
The fact that he even had such stress in such a new place was somewhat worrisome; then again he was always one prone to stress even form the most minor of things. Just what was causing it? Bao shook his head there was no use to trying to figure that out. A cold, white puff of breath slipped through his lips in a sigh as he continued onward basically just wandering until he came upon a house with someone sitting on the porch. Of course they were of the pack so he had nothing to worry about. His form took a more relaxed air to it as he went over towards the house. Might as well familiarize himself with his fellow packmate.
He didn't really say anything, or make a sound at all for the matter as he walked up to the woman's house. His quite behavior always seemed to get him into sort of trouble. Heck, maybe this wolf would accuse him of being a "creeper" like the woman in Halifax did. Though, he certainly hoped they couldn't. The word confused him so much it wasn't even funny. The first the thing he spotted was Sky's piercing gun it reminded him of the tattooing gun his father and then Baako had used on him when he was six months old. Though this one seemed different than the one sued on him, were there different kinds? Ah, he didn't think into it too much.
He then finally looked at Sky he wasn't sure how tall she was since that fact was she sitting at the moment, but she seemed rather small. Before he could make another move, or an actual sound for the matter, he sneezed ever loudly. Oh, what a wonderful way to greet someone.
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