[ how he's changed? he considers that thoughtfully, and before he could call, picanha is already spinning around to jump into his lap, causing the athlete to scoot back and allow her space. he raises her until her back falls back into his chest, with bent paws, floppy ears, and an irresistibly sweet pant. how has he changed? he's more certain, certainly focused. a little more sure of himself and his capabilities when they breach his area of expertise. how could he put that in words? ]
I think it's the smile.
[ more than that— when shoyo playfully pulls at the floppy canine lips to show off her teeth in a hilariously comedic dog grin, there are teeth. a whole mouth full of them. some longer, sharper, maybe a little more intimidating if she wanted to really show them off. shoyo had fangs, and he'd use them if he had to. otherwise, his heart was probably just this bouncing, energetic, playful thing that wants nothing more than work to pass the time and exercise both muscle and brain. ]
[Without having it all spelled out, the picture speaks a thousand words anyway. L's eyes travel over the various peaks and ridges. His own pale and slightly sad smile answers the revelation.]
Maybe; that could very well be it, now that you mention it.
[He glances at his hand on the table, where it's been resting since Shoyo let go. He realizes something with a start.]
...we should probably get some food, shouldn't we?
[ picanha has become much more ruffable, if shoyo could create new words. her hide and fur invite the spread of his fingers at the gruff ring around her neck, splaying and razzling the canine omen like he would any dog. oh, does that excite her. the tail beats between his legs and she throws her head back with panting delight. it's time to get down now, so she does all the twisting she has to slip away.
his hand is still there, and as shoyo has always told lazarus— he comes back to him. the palm of a warm hand settles on top of bony knuckles and wraps around it like a heated blanket. ]
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I think it's the smile.
[ more than that— when shoyo playfully pulls at the floppy canine lips to show off her teeth in a hilariously comedic dog grin, there are teeth. a whole mouth full of them. some longer, sharper, maybe a little more intimidating if she wanted to really show them off. shoyo had fangs, and he'd use them if he had to. otherwise, his heart was probably just this bouncing, energetic, playful thing that wants nothing more than work to pass the time and exercise both muscle and brain. ]
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Maybe; that could very well be it, now that you mention it.
[He glances at his hand on the table, where it's been resting since Shoyo let go. He realizes something with a start.]
...we should probably get some food, shouldn't we?
and that's a wrap!🧡
his hand is still there, and as shoyo has always told lazarus— he comes back to him. the palm of a warm hand settles on top of bony knuckles and wraps around it like a heated blanket. ]
Good idea.