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[damnpire]

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D's mind is a cacophony of things.

The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.

Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.

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[gravings]

[ The chickens waddle out of the way, swift but not panicked. They have lived with this dog and they are used to his tomfoolery.

Together, Gray and the chickens watch as Raisin forcefully smothers D with all of his wrinkled, slobbery pounds and delivers a rousing baptism by dog kisses. It's a remarkable sight, all of that pure dog energy poured directly into making the ever-stoic D's head a disaster zone.

Gray laughs. It's out before she can think it might be too mean-spirited of her, the kind of laughter that comes from the chest. It's a brief affair, and in a moment she steps over to drag Raisin up off D as if he were an unruly puppy. As she is only a little taller than him at full height, his doggy rump is still on the floor when she hugs him under his forelegs to her middle. ]

He can be a little too friendly.

[ Raisin pants and thumps his tail on the ground, looking at D eagerly as if willing him to get closer so that Raisin's tongue can reach him. ]

[damnpire]

[Gray laugh.....!!! It makes him feel some time of way, a bit softly surprised, but ignore all of that, thanks. Besides, the dog is more important right this moment than his pushed away feelings.

Dogs never know a single brake! D is at least strong enough to keep Raisin from jumping too wildly on him, and he makes sure the strength isn't too much to hurt the excited doggo. He's left to sort of... blink while finding his bearings as Gray pulls Raisin away. Reaching up, he politely uses the back of his hand to wipe some of the slobber away on his face.]

That's alright.

[He could never hate a dog for being friendly. He reaches out with his hand to offer Raisin some distant, controlled pets.]

[gravings]

[ Naturally, Gray assumes that all of D's feelings are a result of Raisin. D need not worry about being perceived.

Raisin's tongue whips out at D's hand as it ventures into the lick zone, but otherwise he peacefully accepts the head pats. Meanwhile his tail thumps uncontrollably, slapping at least one chicken around.

Feeling that Raisin has calmed down enough, Gray lets him down onto all four paws. From there, Raisin joins the crowd of chickens in competing for D's attention with their eyes and wiggles. ]

The cats should all meet you too... but, um, that can wait for when you're ready to move in.

[ She assumes he has affairs to put in order?? Things to pack?? Maybe he needs time to mentally prepare before moving into a house with three people and eleven animals?? ]