ooc: Eeee, gosh this guy is so much fun to play XD. 3 points.
Whether Bangle knew it or not, with his eyes closed and his feet rocking to the beat, he began to hum loudly again. He loved playing on his lute, andhaving crafted it himself just meant that much more to him. It was too bad his family didn't appreciate his work. But now, as the male saw it, they just didn't know what great talent they passed up in him. It seemed that he was too caught up in the music, his ears filling with it, that after another wolf appeared and spoke, Bangle stopped playing and opened one eye.
For just a mere second, irritation flashed through his eyes. He really didn't like to stop when he didn't want to. However, his muzzle stretched out into a wide grin, perhaps wider than what was needed, and Bangle nearly bounced up onto his feet. "Why thank ya, friend!" Bangle walked on over to the other male, still carrying his lute in his right hand. He took the other's hand and shook it with a motion that he has done this several times before. "Name's Bangle, friend. Bangle Guffawri. But you may call me 'Slickmaw' if ya wish. " he said emphatically, and his words didn't seem to pause.
"And if ya like that, then I'm sure you'll like.. THIS!" He paused only briefly in the middle of his sentence, not even taking a breath from the last thing he said. Bangle unhooked a sort of wind chime type thing from his belt and displayed it in front of the other male's face. It was composed of a series of different bones of a bird, with the wing being the handle. The bones that dangled were hollowed out so when the wind blew, they'd cack together and produce a sort of haunting sound. As if there could be a way to add insult to injury to the already-dead bird, its feathers were plucked and placed along the dangling bones.
As Bangle held it in his one hand gingerly, he threw his arm around the other man's shoulder, as if they were the best of pals, still holding the lute. "You liiiiike?" He grinned, wriggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. It was so like the coywolf, the instant he was in the vicinity of someone else, he would be trying his damndest to sell his oddities.
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