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[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

Skwisgaar was... well, he was in as good a mood as he ever was. He miiiight even have been smiling. Sure, it was late, it was late back home too, but just at the moment he didn't really care. He was sprawled in one of the large chairs near the fire, guitar in his lap, one foot propped up on his amp, the volume low for once.

He was made of smug, perhaps more so than usual, picking away at something that was an unholy union between Flight of the Bumblebee, Beethoven's fifth, and Pachelbel's Canon in D.

Judging by the partially-covered bitemarks up and down his neck, someone had found a new hobby.

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[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

A very orange, very fluffy yellow-eyed something is watching Skwisgaar not far away.

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

It didn't take him long to notice, which wasn't that surprising, really, rockstar 'zomg being watched' sense and all.

He did, however, arch a brow, puzzled, because clearly this wasn't one of the yardwoolves, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

He's nothing like a yardwolf, really. He's small and long and sleek, and while his expression and demeanor may hint at a certain slyness, he is not ferocious.

He sidles closer, sniffing at Skwisgaar with aloof interest.

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

That blonde brow just arched higher, watching the fox carefully, nimble fingers still picking away at the totally metal mashup of a song he was playing.

Mostly he was making sure it didn't have rabies. He didn't want to go through that again.

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

There are no signs of disease on this creature. He appears well-fed and well-groomed.

And after a time, standing in front of Skwisgaar without apparent fear, he speaks.

Hello.

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

There was a little bit of flailing then, which resulted in a rather impressive screech of guitar strings.

He blinked down at the fox then, brow arching higher, "Is you am beings just talkings of to me?"

[simple-secret.livejournal.com]

I am, the animal replies with a slight incline of his head. How do you do?

[dats-dildoes.livejournal.com]

This sort of thing just didn't happen at home, not without getting into Pickles' stash anyway, or Toki's, and Skwisgaar was fairly certain that he hadn't done that before coming to the bar today.

As such: he was understandably puzzled, and responded with: "How's is I am doing what?"