Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150610231734/@comment-25686329-20150613051344

The Yankee, by some bizzare feeling, intuition even HE couldn't explain, reflexively reeled sideways and dove to catch -- or rather, fail to catch -- Nicole, ultimately just cushioning the blow as she landed on top of him.

Well, this had become...intimate...?

The Yankee was about to beat a hasty retreat when Detective tentatively pattered over and sniffed Nicole's hair, the top of her head. He let out a small noise, not unpleasant.

"Detective likes your scent..." he said, rolling himself out from under her, attempting to minimize any awkwardness.

His next statement was barely audible, as were most of the Yankee's 'out loud thoughts': "Can't say I blame him..."

He walked a foreward a little more, Detective shuffling backwards beside him as the Pointer eyed the Greyhounds above. "Greyhounds." The Yankee stated. "Bit lanky for my taste, but a good breed."

The Yankee turned again and gestured to the room behind him. "Welcome to the Stronghold, Nix." It was larger than one might expect and decked out to be nothing short of a teenage paradise.

... and hot Grimn if this 'Stronghold' didn't have it all.