#f2f;;

[ceruleansirius]

Bored as anything, Convel leaned back in his chair, his boots kicked up atop the desk of the sentry station. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette he rolled between his fangs, drifting slowly up into the chilly air. He played with his phone, switching between the same three apps as if that would give him some relief from the boredom. Someone entertain him.

[ceruleansirius]

It didn’t take long for Calli to hit Dev’s coordinates, porting cleanly enough to lean against the wall as if he’d been there the entire time. An unlit cigarette hung from between his fangs, and a backpack was slung over one shoulder, with the corresponding hand supporting it.

“yo,” The young alpha said, probably spooking the poor skeleton as he grinned and stood up straight, letting go of the pack’s strap to salute towards the other with a slight cock of his head to the side.

@seekynghcme

[ceruleansirius]

new tag dump

[ceruleansirius]

"Chomp"

There was, in all honesty, not that much of a reaction. The young alpha blinked, allowing his fingers to twitch slightly as a brow slowly cocked. He’d been bringing his arm up to scratch his cheek when the skeleton had struck, and now had no way to quell the itch that was still.... niggling there.Sighing, Calli moved his forearm from side to side a little, seeing if this movement would dislodge the other. Upon success or failure, he tilted his head, pushing his cheek into his shoulder and rubbing into the fabric of his coat. It didn’t work very well, but it sort of did the job.

[ceruleansirius]

@hsheaddogs

Calli wrinkled his nose slightly, glancing down to his cheek though all that was there was a blurred smudge. He made a chuffing sound, and swiped his hand across the patch, taking some of it off and proceeding to wave his hand at Lex as if he were going to wipe it down the skeleton’s face. “’cause you can totally talk.” He stuck his tongue out, taking the box in both hands and holding it out to the blood-smudged skelle.

[ceruleansirius]

@starsgivemehp​ x

With not even another response to the post, Convel found himself sitting beside Red. His legs crossed and mechanical ears twitching slightly, hands braced against his ankles as he cast a mismatched gaze over the skeleton’s form. “my company was requested?”

[coffeespoonjams-blog]

It's not a joke, dude. Something's up.

     He’s already texting someone about it.

[coffeespoonjams-blog]

No dude, we're like 90% sure Robert ran into some paranormal shit on his outting last night, like not the normal everyday stuff you see as a human. Like I dunno, say a werewolf or something of that ilk.

     Mat is very quiet before placing a ‘Sorry, we’re closed!’ sign on his counter. He then processes to shoo you out of the cafe; there wasn’t anyone but you there anyway, and then locks the door. A purple smart phone is in his hands as soon as he turns around.