(P) Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday

[Gotham Phoenix]

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OOC here!

Dancing royals of every sort went along with the music in the Phoenix boy's head... until someone very real sneezed, and the scene fell apart. It fell apart so brutally because Gotham had been surprised at the sound, showing in the way his body jerked, and his eyes snapped open. Those same blue eyes turned to look over at the coyote crouched nearby, beautiful shades like the evening sky dancing with the music that still hummed in his head, but no longer sounded aloud.

"Oh, hello." Faint Italian accent chimed out, a friendly tone used. "I was imagining what this place could've been like if the legend hadn't been true. Back in the past, y'know?" He smiled that feral wolf smile and tilted his head. "I'm guessing by the posture that you don't live here either. My name's Gotham."

Some company could be good, considering the young prince's home-related stress. The coyote boy before him wasn't a threat, and despite being pure (if only a touch diluted somewhere down the line) wolf, boy felt no illness towards the stranger. In fact, Gotham took a moment to muse over the thinner male's build and coat. Were all coyotes so thin? The Marino-born lad wasn't so sure, since he'd barely anything to compare with. It left him to wonder if this guy, if he were luperci blooded, was as thin and lanky in his optime or secui forms.

As Gotham lost himself to thought, he trained his ears to listen for a response, eyes wandering over the other's frame, taking in the flecks of silver on black and those chocolate-colored eyes. Yeah, the boy was having one of his closet moments again, but this time it was more related to his company's interesting build compared to his own rather than finding the coyote to be attractive in that way. That's all it was. Really.