 A Poop * k8 *
Right right right. He wandered toward the collapsible cauldrons for their ease of transport. He needed to be able to brew things on the go. Why? He thought he'd be prepared. Scottie also thought he should probably invest in a new brass one, too. His old one was getting kind of gross and....gross. Nasty.
Nando was content for now, looking curiously around at everything. His ears twitched every so often, but other than that, he was a good behave BOI so far.
The voice cut through the silence, and Scottie turned toward it. Sounded familiar, but the face even more so. His coworker! Emilia! "Hello, Emilia!" he smiled gently at her. "I am a NEW kneazle dad. His name is Nando." Hehe, did she geddit? Maybe not. "Nando, say hi," he lifted the kneazle's witttttttle paw in a wave motion at Emilia. The kneazle's ears twitched as he leaned his head forward to sniff at Emilia curiously. "I'm surprised he's not DYING to run around here. I did bring a leash."
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |