A crown of white flowers placed askew atop of his shiny black hair, Arizona focused intently on the little swan he was painting across a tiny pup’s cheek. She had approached him entirely alone and he’d decided to distract her with face painting and funny anecdotes about dragon riders until her guardian came and collected her. “Okay, almost done…unless you want glitter?” He smiled, raising a questioning eyebrow at the young girl.
Noticing another figure in line, he took a quick break from his glitter endeavors to say hello. “Hey, do you know what you want? If not, I recommend flowers to go with the festival’s aesthetic. Heck, I can make them any color you want, plus I have glitter.”
Normally Ilmari wouldn’t be caught dead at something like this. There were too many families, too many kids, too many people. But he offered his services up in case something went array, which, it usually did in some form or manner. No one had choked on a corndog yet so he took that as a good omen. Dashing the thought he continued to weave his way through the bodies, cursing silently at every purse that smacked him and elbow that jostled his lanky yet muscular frame. Making his way toward the first non-heavily populated area he saw, he pulled a filtered water bottle from his medic bag and took a few sips. Blue eyes moving to watch the raven-haired omega and the pup, lips curving into a small smile. Pulling his gaze away, he leaned against the table behind him, his mind going elsewhere. The scent he gave off was clean, almost sterile like a hospital mixed with an underlying smell of oatmeal soap and black tea. Funny enough he found that a lot of wolves complained that he smelt like a hospital. Or like he drenched himself in bleach.
Hearing a voice speak up Illu trained his wide baby blues on the omega, barely catching the tail-end of his words as he turned his attention to him. Gently he scratched his cheek, feeling the itchy phantom sensation of the paint on his flesh. “I think I am a little too old for face painting.” The Dane murmured. “Just trying to get some space.” He added, his accent heavy as he toyed with the cap on his water bottle. “But it looks like you are having fun. Or so I hope?” He smiled, straitening his relaxed posture slightly yet still remaining aloof. “It’s a nice day out.”
