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Something about the girl before her gave Flint bad vibes. She wasn't sure what to chalk it up to since their appearance wasn't giving obvious red flags - it must've been something deeper. But the Neanderthal trusted her gut much more than her longing for a friend. Still, maybe looks weren't everything! Errr...feelings? Inner feelings?
Unsure how to properly initiate contact, Flint walked over with Fangs in tow. Almost like a shy child, shes slightly hid behind her massive beast companion, combing his fluffy chest with her fingers as she meekly looked towards the ground despite speaking to Power. Fangs, used to and enjoying the contact, purred deeply, eyeing the newcomer with disinterest.
"I have a cat. And....that is why you should be my friend." Flint said, convincingly. "And I am unsure if you are the type I would want as a enemy, instead."