“Curious.“ Devon sat hunched over a small pad of paper, scribbling away feverently with an occasional glance up at what he only had the nerve to see from afar. One of his hands raised from the pad and tucked stray strands of hair behind his ear, then came to rest on the shoulders of a large solid beast that rested by his side. “Isn’t it? From Un’Goro...of course - with how large it is...”
“It’s a surprise the planet didn’t explode.“ Devons eyes shot up from his pad of paper and took in the large back of the man-orc who was kneeling at the cliffs edge, spreading their own paper along the rocks and pinning them there with small, heavy. inch-long cubes. “That thing is massive. It doesn’t make any sense.“ The orc scowled and turned to face Devon, eyes seeming to focus in uncomfortably on the fact that his wolf was curled up contently beside the forsaken man. “Don’t touch my dog. I don’t want your undead stink on him.“
Instead of drawing back, Devon laughed under his breath and placed his pad and pencil down to his side before throwing himself over the large beast beside him, rubbing his face into the thick and perfumed fur while scratching happily along the canines neck. “Who’s a good boy, Bauph? Who’s a good boy??” The previously sleeping minimal jerked up and his tail began wagging instantly.
His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth as he leaned his head back, tilting it as if trying to see who was petting and scratching him, making a high-pitch and excited whine in the process. “That’s right!” Devon practically shouted, “You are! You’re the good boy! You wanna smell like undeath, boy? I know you do! Good boy!”
Devon’s eyes shot to the orc again, smirking a bit even as Bauph clamored into his lap, begging for more of his attention. The orc sneered in disgust, shaking his head and baring his teeth. “Just because you use your magic to make you look like some twink doesn’t mean you’re anything but a foul abomination of nature.”
The smirk fell off his face instantly, eyes turning down and hands clutching the wolf in his lap tightly. “I know that.” He muttered under his breath, burying his face in warm fur. “Just...get back to your notes. Don’t talk to me, Soma.”
