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[04:33] the sleepy glow: conor barfed cause of rurik's boat
[04:33] the sleepy glow: so rurik smoked him out to settle his stomach
[04:33] the sleepy glow: and now conor is like DUDE THE COLORS
[04:33] the sleepy glow: and rurik is like 
The Russian wolf had a famously difficult to spark temper; he was a very calm, kind, and understanding soul. The maddest he'd ever gotten was at Segodi, and by the silvery loner's account, that was damn well deserved. That coyote had practically shattered Rurik's soul that day, and Kiska too as a matter of fact. Rurik's reaction might have been completely rash, but it was not irrational; it was completely understandable given the fact that he thought he'd witnessed his woman cheating on him. He'd never expected such a thing from Kiska, but it had held deeply in his brain and he was unable to accept his sons as his own at first, and he'd gone and damaged their relationship beyond repair.
As the pair floated down the river, the water splashing up against the boat and creating a little wake behind them, the Russian spied the city up ahead—their boat ride would end soon. He'd have to halt the trip before they spilled out into the ocean; sometimes the waves could simply be too choppy for a small boat like the one they were in to handle. The other canine's speech caught his attention and he grinned, nodding. "I do hope you stop by," the werewolf said, this feeling quite genuine. He liked Conor, even if the other canine was a bit odd. Who was Rurik to judge, after all? He was an adolescent still, and they were curious creatures, quite capable of exploring the world yet still with that puppyish interest in troublesome sort sof things.
They still had some ways to go, and the other canine posed a question to Rurik. Surprised, he looked to the other canine—it hit him then that it was Conor's first time. He winced, and his coal ears folded against his head, an obvious sign of apology. "In mine language it is called many things—anasha, ganjubas, matsanka. In yours, many things. Marjiuana, weed, cannabis," he responded, grinning sheepishly as his gaze shifted back to the watery pathway to the city. "I should have warned you. It is a drug. But it is not so bad, huh?" the Russian said, hoping he hadn't unwittingly crossed the other canine's boundaries or made him do something he did not wish to do.
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