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⸸ 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗬 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 ⸸ — ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴏᴄ | ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇꜱꜱ — ᴍᴅɴɪ | 21+ — ᴅᴀʀᴋ | ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ — g̶o̶o̶d̶b̶o̶y̶ | 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

"Should be basic," He agrees with him. "Granted .. I suppose 'basic' could be considered subjective in this day in age."

... not really, no

I don't molt. ... .. . I shed.

You know, it might actually be one of your hairs up my nose. Yes, please shoot. (Please dont.)

Eh, at least my colds are short lived.

he laughs, "no, really— I don't think I've heard truer words be spoke." the riper one is .. or the more afraid one is .. the better the meat tasted. a true science.

Fuck me I hope I'm not

sneezes x5

"well thank goodness for that." he teases.

"ain't that bad looking for over a thousand years old, mh?" he smiles

he nods simply, "that's correct, yes." he smiles.

He smiles, "I've found, throughout my years, that the scented shit they try to sell you will make the odor worse. Just soap and water, seriously." He offers the other a slight shove in return, "Or being sprayed with a hose. Next time ill just lather myself in dawn dish soap."

He smiles, "Pretty bad if your own stench keeps you up at night, Yuri." Even if he was exaggerating, it gave the other some sort of ammo to tease him with. He shrugs, "But— I cant say much .. oftentimes I smell of ash, sulphur and death. Can't really escape it."

the hound offers a sneeze in reply, something fairly close to that of a 'thank you' if one squints. he'll be mindful of any lost limbs he may have the honor of coming across in the future.

he loves the cold, truly. his joints on the other hand .. not so much. it honestly hurts to move.

He smiles, "You know what, ill take that." It's one of the kinder compliments he's recieved in this lifetime.