RONIN
Who on earth would have the time or forethought to brush a luxere? Ronin inquires, slowing to a trot as Tobi takes a more thoughtful interest in a nearby stick. Sniffing at the discarded flower, he snorts and lifts his head once more. I'll admit that your fur is much prettier. Being a fluffy dog and all. Pawing at the ground, he makes a slow wander over to where the canine is now sniffing intently at the air.
Ronin of course follows suit, head cocking and ears swivelling as if tying to locate a sound that might match the smell. Someone is barbequing something, he says slowly - and it's a testament to his distraction that he doesn't immediately want to go and shove it in his face. Slowly, in fact, he shifts back to himself, appearing on one knee beside the medic covered in food stains and looking thoroughly perturbed by the state of himself.
"Want to go get something? Just for you - my treat." He grins.
Ronin of course follows suit, head cocking and ears swivelling as if tying to locate a sound that might match the smell. Someone is barbequing something, he says slowly - and it's a testament to his distraction that he doesn't immediately want to go and shove it in his face. Slowly, in fact, he shifts back to himself, appearing on one knee beside the medic covered in food stains and looking thoroughly perturbed by the state of himself.
"Want to go get something? Just for you - my treat." He grins.
