A Brief Respite (Open RP)

[herlivinglegacy]

Smooth, slow motions.

Once, one of his colonels had commented on the oddity of Sephiroth, the General spearheading the war against the orient, doing something like Tai Chi every morning. Sure, he didn't believe in Da Chao and reserved his beliefs for science rather than Odin and his host of sons and daughters, but he believed in the calming nature

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[woocha]

Wishbone had been sniffing around for a while and now he was sure of it.

You're standing where I buried my chewtoy.

[woocha]

Wishbone struggled to consider this, but there was one thing that kept him from really doing this.

I don't remember my mother. My earliest memories were after I became Joe's pet.

[herlivinglegacy]

"Then... your handler? Owner?" He frowned. He wasn't sure what dogs would consider their owners.

[woocha]

Well, when you put it like that, yeah! I'd fight to help Joe. Or Mello and Near here!

[herlivinglegacy]

He nodded. "Then it was, is, like that for me. That is my... fun."

[woocha]

That sounds...okay, I guess. He didn't like talking to this person anymore.

[herlivinglegacy]

It wasn't the acceptance he realised he'd been hoping for. He stood, went back to his Tai Chi. He didn't like the disappointment, didn't quite have the capacity to deal with it past flying into psychopathic rages.

He let Wishbone do as he liked.

[woocha]

Wishbone watched him for a second, then ran away with his chew toy.

He should probably have a talking with someone, since he was confused again.