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300+, Skipping Anna!
Gratitude was the prominent emotion present within those lavender orbs as his Russian friend’s words carried warmth and the invitation to join the party. While he had been an active part of the war, Conor had never outright harmed anyone during the war. Violence was not an answer he cared to use when there were other ways to deal with issues. Haku’s war had been a burning mistake from day one, and though he thought he sensed resentment in the tensing atmosphere, he knew they judged him wrongly. A golden Inferni woman with a nervous gaze arrived and he was sad to see how she seemed to shed away from his form. There was no doubt that she felt uncomfortable in his presence. Lavender eyes sought out her golden orbs; tried to comfort her as they so often comforted others.
Conor was offered a seat and more canines arrived, and he took care to acknowledge them all with a welcoming glance and an accompanying nod. A smile even appeared when a Dahlian unexpectedly arrived, and now with the group consisting of a good mix of packs. It was always good to lessen the chances of being murdered. Nah, the young wolf believed in peace and chose to believe in Inferni a last time. No blood had been spilled after Haku’s departure and Conor’s trip to Inferni, and he trusted it to stay that way. He thought himself fortunate to be a part of this odd little gathering, as the bonds of friendship was endlessly better than those of hatred and blood.
Feeling a bit shy for once, he remained silent, but turned to the hybrid Zero and listened intently as he shared the information of how to use the bong that was being passed around. Okay, so this was that kind of party. He listened to Rurik’s speech and the occasion. It was quite a coincidence that so many had managed to turn up at this particular day. Golden air turned to rest against his cinnamon and gold mane and his gaze moved to Rurik for a moment to see if his friend too remembered how Conor’s first meeting with cannabis had been. It could have been worse, of course, but Conor had felt embarrassment whenever he thought of Rurik and his little boat.
He followed Anselm’s instructions, and a few heartbeats after sucking in the harsh smoke, he could feel the numbness setting in between layers of cotton around his brain. He fought against the immediate urge to cough; his lungs burning, but he did his best to hide exactly how newbie he was with this. Deciding to take it easy and slow, he handed it back to Anselm with a grateful smile and a ”Thanks”.