09-07-2011, 06:16 PM
Shawchert wasn't going to pass this up no matter how much he hurt. He had left a note for Orin the day before telling her to be ready for a nice night out. He'd actually had a nice, and hopefully beautiful surprise for her. As he couldn't really wear clothes he smoothed his fur as best as he could. It was hard as it was always a scraggly mess most of the time. He had prepared earlier in the morning and after his first patrol. He made an extra patrol after making sure things were clear before going home and getting ready. He had nothing special to wear, he hadn't even gotten the tux that Strelien had made for him yet, though he still remembered his promise to the red man. He was still in the process of making the manikin that the man had requested. It was sitting in the corner of his house where it was beign worked on every once in a while. Taking up his projects for the girls he picked up a small boquet he's picked for Orin, hoping her flower daughter didn't notice them. He knew he didn't look his best especially with the bandage over his side wound and the fresh cuts from Rurik, but he couldn't help that, and he was still healing so he couldnt' take the bandage off. Knocking on the door he waited for his new beloved to answer so he could show her a good time.