11-19-2017, 09:59 AM
He bent an ear to her while she spoke, the words seemingly spilling from her. He can see the flash of worry as she poured her thoughts without corking them and his muzzle reaches out with a tender swipe of his lip to her cheek. He offers no more comfort to her complaining than that, pulling away to shake the dusting of water beading across his coat. His eyes flicker back over her, a smirk on half of his coal muzzle. “Well,” his voice is cool against the humid air, “What can you teach them?” he refers to the gathering young minds, the minds he helps to mold (in theory). Their son’s name brings a chuckle rumbling from Chem’s chest. “Oh yes,” He laughs a bit more, “He catches on quick.” His tail tosses thick dreadlocks over each speckled hip once or twice as he bends down for another bite, awaiting her answer to his first inquiry. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Sreva]
