1st Bark [Action] because who can read anyways journals are useless etc

[dogboy]

[With the influx of New Feathers, no one's probably noticed this boy rolling on the ground trying to bite his wings. In the snow. With only those bare amount of clothes. And failing. S'hard being a human.

Once he finds out he can't though, he's reduced to being cold and miserable and sticking by the edge of the forest near the school because he sees all these humans and does not want to interact with them, so obviously the best way to go about this is to wait until it's not so light outside and then go look for someplace warm. And to stay away from those people. Yes, perfect.

The journal's pretty much abandoned beside the tree he's pressing against in some effort of being warm there is a reason he has never gone any place cold in his canon and that is because he is 1. under-dressed for it and 2. from a tropical island. Good luck trying to talking to him or anything though, because he's pretty distrustful of anything remotely human.]

Comments

[mythmaker]

Eh? Are you sure? I've never heard of a place called Tenos.

[Great, now Chien is confusing her.]

I really think this is another world...

[dogboy]

[And he thinks you're pretty dumb. Dogs know their way home.]

There's only one world now, so there can't be two.

[mythmaker]

[Such is the life of being Azusa!]

Well...there's more than two. There's a lot more than we can count. This really is a different world, even if you don't believe me yet.

[dogboy]

And where are these other worlds, if you're so smart.

[Because he thinks you're pulling his leg and trying to make him look stupid. Nope.]

[mythmaker]

Do you ever look at the stars at night? They're all out there. So far away we can't even reach them...beyond the moon, even.

[dogboy]

[That sounds... can't even explain.]

... I guess that'd make sense. There's a lot of stars in the sky, so if they're all different worlds, then mine's up there too, right?

[He's not the smartest cookie, but he latches onto what he can.]

[mythmaker]

Mmm, that's right. [Or wrong.] Mine's somewhere up there, too...but...

Aren't you cold wearing so little?

[dogboy]

Yeah, what's it to you?

[This tree isn't very warm it's just that

talking put his mind off it. Why did you remind him.]

[mythmaker]

Mm, it's nothing. It's just unfair that I have so many warm clothes and you don't. Would you like my scarf?

[dogboy]

[He's gonna give it back once he's done with it though!!!

...

N-Not that he's gonna take it in the first place.]

I'm fine.

[mythmaker]

Hmm...I was getting too hot, though, so I guess I'll just leave it here. I'm sure someone will come by and use it.

[She frowns! She really hates to waste clothing...or so it would seem. She's just trying to trick Chien.]

[dogboy]

[... Shoot, she's good. Chien takes the bait hook line and sinker.]

I'll watch over it for you in case you want it back. Give it here. [Holding out his hand.]

[mythmaker]

Right, right. Thank you very much.

[She holds it out for him, somehow thinking she's going to have a very hard time getting him somewhere warm...but she'll keep trying.]

Would you like to go someplace warmer with me?

[dogboy]

[Y u p and for safe keeping he'll just... Slip it on. Uh huh. That way no one can steal it. Yes. Perfect plan.]

Like where? N-Not that I'm going to follow you, but it'd be good to know warm places for when I find my brothers.

[mythmaker]

Hmm...there's a restaurant not too far from here, I think, if you're hungry. Or there's a place for newcomers to sleep.

[She looks around her. Yes, she could definitely find the bar from here. She knows that place too well.]

[dogboy]

[You said the key word. Hungry. Hungry and whatever that rest-thing was meant food. And food's always welcome.]

Fine. You can lead the way. To the food.

[mythmaker]

Right, right. It isn't far, Chien.

[So off she goes! She walks a little slowly, but she knows where she's going, at least. But conversation must be had.]

Do you mind if I ask how old you are?

[dogboy]

[Fine, conversation will be had as he trails along after.]

Don't know.

[mythmaker]

Is that so...

[Well, that's certainly...confusing. At least she's not going to pry! She's not that kind of person.]

Hmm, what do you think you're going to want to eat?

[dogboy]

Something meaty.

[Two-word answers are the best answers.]

[mythmaker]

My, my...that does sound good right about now, doesn't it? What kind of meat do you like best?

[Still leading him along.]

[dogboy]

Any kind.

[mythmaker]

My, you don't have a least favorite type, either? That's...impressive, Chien.

[Oh, look. More buildings. Some of them probably smell like food, and they're close...!]

[dogboy]

[Oooh, impressing people! He likes that.

He likes the smell of this place too. Don't mind him just sniffing the air okay.]

My brothers and I weren't picky eaters, since we lived on our own in the jungle [Thaaat is really nothing to be proud of but yes, this is why he doesn't have least favorites. He couldn't afford to have them.]

[mythmaker]

[She doesn't mind at all! Kids do that. Right? They do, don't they?]

You lived by yourselves in the jungle? That sounds dangerous. You must be very strong, too. [That's saying the least. She's already wondering what happened.]