Multipup

[trurabblerouser.livejournal.com]

Creedy is out back, enjoying the cool fall breeze, the soon-to-be-gone green of the grass and the waving of the trees. A black cat has curled up near his feet, though there's no telling whose she is as her master isn't about and doesn't seem to be outside. He doesn't mind much, though. The cat gets scritched every so often in between bites of breakfast and he'll be happy for an interruption.

Cooper is inside at the bar having a drink. Of tea. And a good cold breakfast. He's not really the talkative type, but you're welcome to try.

Matt is in one of the booths, still working on a letter. He can't seem to get the wording quite right, or fit his meaning to a single page and it's driving him a little up the wall. For a man who used words so powerfully, he's beginning to wonder if this IS hell if only for the writer's block.

[ooc: mun has to attend meeting; back in an hour or so] BACK!

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[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

She nodded again, tail flicking against the grass. She also offered a Leopard grin...which may not be as comforting as it was meant to be.

[one-eyetothesky.livejournal.com]

It's nothing to a dragon... well, whatever expression a dragon had on, it wasn't a good one. So he doesn't twitch.

"Ahh. That's nice. I might like that, if I could. Being able to change. Bet you're fast, yeah?"

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

He gets that leopard laughing pant again.

Fast...yes. Fast enough.

But that doesn't mean he'd like it, and the paw poke illustrates that.