Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150612035641

The Yankee muttered a soft, yet not angry, curse under his breath and leaned his head into the pit.

"Lights on." He said, and the blackness became illuminated within an instant. He swung his legs over the edge and dropped down onto the floor, which was not unlike that of an unfinished basement.

A French Brittany Pointer promptly yipped and skittered out of whatever spot it was hiding in, darting up to the Yankee and planting his front paws just below his waist, looking up with the love of a pet.

The Yankee smiled and pet the dog's head, ruffling his ears. "Hi, Detective. Missed me, buddy?" his voice was oddly singsong, and he forced a cough once he realized that Nix was still in earshot.