She nods, "Aye..always good to check.." she murmurs especially when some beings had various forms..Though many liked pets within reason. "Though some..mmh shifters..are right checky." She warns but her tone is warm and fond with a little chuckle. She nods in agreement..no touchy snakes unless gloved or something either would be her M.O.
"Dor Dor like's ear scratches and belly rubs..but the latter not from strangers." She adds, Dor was a good boy and playful. Although she wouldn't discount some of a certain former Angel's court being friendly flirty at the very least.
She pants a little, and pauses though she still sniffing.."Sorry..just.." She pants a bit again looking around a mite distraught. "He's .. the only sort of power is his intelligence..but he's..so so.." She makes a motion like someone diving/jumping. "He sometimes jumps before he looks..long. " She tries to explain. Some mite call it hyper..or reckless. Dashing into danger. She ruffles her top hair/fur with her left paw. "Though if he does zero in on ya..He's like a whirlwind of emotion and brashness."
"He's tall. lanky.about six foot, curly dark hair, " She draws in a deep breath and let's it out.."Wears usually some sort of suit or..least dress shirt, slacks..a long coat and blue scarf..sometimes a deerstalker but not always..and has very intense and color-changing eyes..typically like a blue or sea green.." She begins trying not to info dump but well she asked.
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"Dor Dor like's ear scratches and belly rubs..but the latter not from strangers." She adds, Dor was a good boy and playful. Although she wouldn't discount some of a certain former Angel's court being friendly flirty at the very least.
She pants a little, and pauses though she still sniffing.."Sorry..just.." She pants a bit again looking around a mite distraught. "He's .. the only sort of power is his intelligence..but he's..so so.." She makes a motion like someone diving/jumping. "He sometimes jumps before he looks..long. " She tries to explain. Some mite call it hyper..or reckless. Dashing into danger. She ruffles her top hair/fur with her left paw. "Though if he does zero in on ya..He's like a whirlwind of emotion and brashness."
"He's tall. lanky.about six foot, curly dark hair, " She draws in a deep breath and let's it out.."Wears usually some sort of suit or..least dress shirt, slacks..a long coat and blue scarf..sometimes a deerstalker but not always..and has very intense and color-changing eyes..typically like a blue or sea green.." She begins trying not to info dump but well she asked.