The red and white male giggled, a sound that would usually grate on Bairds nerves, but from this male the sound was endearing. He watched, slightly stunned as the stranger took in his features, jumping slightly as a hand came over to his lap, touching the kangaroo suede of his loincloth. He shot the other a cheeky smile at that touch, shooting him a wink when the simple compliment left the mans lips. The man then seemed to notice the spilled alcohol slowly seeping into his white chest fur, raising a hand to brush away the surface droplets. Baird chuckled as the man apologised, or he assumed he apologised, from the sound of the words he used the short stranger was Italian. Not a language that Baird had picked up on his travels and he lamented that fact now, wishing he knew exactly what the other had said, "No worries mate. You buy me that drink and all's forgotten." His voice was light and friendly, clearly displaying his easygoing mentality.
As quickly as the man had appeared on his lap he disappeared, yanked up by a white giant. Bairds verdant eyes widened for a moment before narrowing again. He had been enjoying his rather strange interaction with the fox coloured male and this abominable snow-wolf had interrupted, rather rudely in Bairds eyes. He was about to stand and defend his new found nameless friend, his handpaw shooting to the back of his loincloth and the bone dagger that was stuck through the waistband. He would be no match for the giant in strength, his dingo body no taller than 5'10" and his muscles wiry instead of massively built up. But in mere moments the abominable snow-wolf, as Baird had dubbed him, released the red male who had immediately sunk back down to Bairds lap. Baird shot the white giant a smirk and placed a calloused handpaw on his new friends thigh.
He grinned as the red male claimed that he wanted to stay with him, taking his new nickname of Sandy in his stride. It wasn't often he got a nickname and he supposed that Sandy fitted with the colour of his fur. The man reached up and stroked his goatee, his abnormally long claws easily sliding through Bairds blonde chin fuzz. Baird wasn't aware of the strangely possessive gleam in his emerald eyes as he looked up at the white giant, but he knew of the acidity in his sarcastic voice, "You heard the bloke, move along now." He then completely disregarded him and turned his focus to the male in his lap, "Us short blokes 'ave gotta stick together." He said, a wink sent to the male who was still playing with his goatee. He squeezed the males leg lightly "The names Baird, though you can carry on calling me Sandy if ya really want. So, what about that drink then?" He drawled, inflicting all of his Aussie charm and flirtiness into his words.
Photo courtesy of pierre pouliquin
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