[For some reason, Kurt thinks the magic of being blue will wear off. He's sorely mistaken.
Instead of responding to the text, though, he waits beneath the cover of his red jacket, wild irises darting this way and that. When someone comes jogging over, his shoulders tense, iridescent eyes widening at the sight of such a large wolf. He gives the canine a once-over then averts his attention to Wyatt, attempting to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. How ridiculous that a simple meeting seems to put him on edge; he's doing a good job keeping the anxiety under wraps, aside from the flick of his tail.]
Ja, that's me, [he confirms, straightening his somewhat hunched posture beneath his makeshift cover.] Nice to meet you, Wyatt. [A quick glance toward the daemon, head inclined in greeting.] Quite the wolf you are, Hunterd.
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He's sorely mistaken.Instead of responding to the text, though, he waits beneath the cover of his red jacket, wild irises darting this way and that. When someone comes jogging over, his shoulders tense, iridescent eyes widening at the sight of such a large wolf. He gives the canine a once-over then averts his attention to Wyatt, attempting to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. How ridiculous that a simple meeting seems to put him on edge; he's doing a good job keeping the anxiety under wraps, aside from the flick of his tail.]
Ja, that's me, [he confirms, straightening his somewhat hunched posture beneath his makeshift cover.] Nice to meet you, Wyatt. [A quick glance toward the daemon, head inclined in greeting.] Quite the wolf you are, Hunterd.