Putting Mad Dogs Down

[indie fellswap twin papyri]

[prison--riot]

ЧТО ЖИВОТНОЕ.

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HEYYY!! HEY, ARE YOU TWO ALIVE YET? YOU HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING YET BUT I STILL SEE YOU MADE THE BLOG!

weve been a little busy is all

well get around to real content eventually im sure

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hunter-n-hunted‌

Pred hums, leaning on the bar. He rests his chin in his hand, eyeing the two. They look,, very interesting. Not bad at all- just.. interesting. He turned his attention to the first that spoke, smiling.

“*Ну, в этом месте одни из лучших напитков … но я довольно предвзятый.” A crackle of embers could be heard from the other side of the bar. Flattery will get you nowhere, Predator…

“*Нет, я здесь не работаю. Но я хороший приятель с владельцем. I could set you up with some free drinks, if you’d like..” He could feel Grillby glaring at him. But since the fire man isn’t saying anything, Pred’s going to assume he doesn’t have that much of a problem with this. As long as he pays for them after the fact.

“so, i am assuming you do this often then?” look out Pred, Raid’s on your case. Though he doesn’t really seem to care enough to press further on it, especially not after the offer of free beverages.

The two of them share another glance, brows perked. “do you offer every stranger drinks?” Raid asks, looking a little amused. Of course, neither of them would complain, because free drinks!

“NAME’S RIOT, MY BROTHER IS RAID,” Riot says with a grin, chin resting upon his palm. 

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Their attention certainly is captured as the two look at the other in front of them. They share a glance. He obviously doesn’t work here. Or, maybe he does. They don’t come around these parts very often. They do tend to hope around timeline to timeline a lot though. 

The spikier one of the two, who hold a more stoic expression speaks up after a moment of observing the other, “просто прыгнул, чтобы выпить, прежде чем мы сделали больше прыжков со временем.” The more approachable one merely grins, voice a little more louder than his brothers, “ВЫ РАБОТАЕТЕ ЗДЕСЬ?” Even if they were speaking English at least their thick accents houldn’t be as hard to understand first go around like Dingo’s is.

                                        @hunter-n-hunted //  XX

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caramelpears‌

Well. Dingo is good with his hands, and making teeth.

Such as the one attached to Pear’s face. He fidgets somewhat, staring at the workshop, before glancing uneasily at both of them. He doesn’t want to pass between the two tall, sinister-looking swapfells to duck through the door.

“Yeah. Nothing.” He makes a face at the ‘tiny head’ comment, but says nothing; biting down the insult he’d wanted to say in return.

Don’t let him get to your head, Pear. Riot’s a chaotic idiot. Cogs are turning but nothing’s really in there if you catch my drift.

“so, what bring you ‘ere? getting weapon perhaps?” he asks, just making conversation, probably. This insinuates that they might be waiting for the exact same thing. Don’t think Dingo would appreciate two weirdos loitering around the outside of his workshop.

Though, it wouldn’t far fetched if Dingo was making Pear something on the sidelines.

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Neither of them were actually talking to the other, more each other. They look at Pear though with their mix-matched eye lights, seeming to look him up and down in silent observation. It probably doesn’t help that they’re hanging around the outside of Dingo’s workshop, which might feed into the confusion more than anything else. Perhaps that’s where those golden teeth in their skulls came from. Dingo does do a hell of a job... at his job.

The one wearing a dull red turtleneck sweater, grins a little, having a clawed paw dismissively as he speaks with a thick Russian accent, “OH. IT WAS NOTHING. DO NOT WORRY TINY HEAD ABOUT IT.” A playful wink is given, this gets an unamused sigh and a roll of eyelights from the other. “You are an idiot, brother.”

What a way to hit it off, huh?

                                              @caramelpears​ // XX