[York is sitting on the floor. That'd be odd enough in itself, but he's also, uh. Chewing up the back of the baseball cap that came with his burglar outfit. He pauses, tail still, eyes on North, and then just puts the cap back on his head like he totally meant to be doing that. His fuzzy puppy ears stick out to either side. He is undaunted.]
Man. Can you believe this crap?
[He sits up against the wall and crosses his arms. Immediately ducks his head again to scratch the back of his neck. Scritchscritchscritchscritchscritch. God, but he's starting to hate fur.]
Making us play werewolves versus vampires. Unbelievable. Dude, do you think I have fleas?
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Date: 2015-11-02 04:31 pm (UTC)[York is sitting on the floor. That'd be odd enough in itself, but he's also, uh. Chewing up the back of the baseball cap that came with his burglar outfit. He pauses, tail still, eyes on North, and then just puts the cap back on his head like he totally meant to be doing that. His fuzzy puppy ears stick out to either side. He is undaunted.]
Man. Can you believe this crap?
[He sits up against the wall and crosses his arms. Immediately ducks his head again to scratch the back of his neck. Scritchscritchscritchscritchscritch. God, but he's starting to hate fur.]
Making us play werewolves versus vampires. Unbelievable. Dude, do you think I have fleas?