Everest
Scenting the brush and noting the distinct smells of his friend's various hair tonics and such, Everest gives a last whine of protest before shuffling himself politely before the botanist.
Between his paws, Everest gives the sort of whine/huff that conveys much more emotion than it has any right to. Enduring the brushing if only because Ever is a Very Good Boy, the muscles of his back twitch slightly in various places as the bristles pass over particularly itchy patches, though for the most part the canine does his best to keep still. Despite his efforts, there are certain places that he reflexes moves in response to, with a thumb of one leg and the stretching of his neck as if the brush in Mateo's hand was merely an extension of himself that these movements could control.
Between his paws, Everest gives the sort of whine/huff that conveys much more emotion than it has any right to. Enduring the brushing if only because Ever is a Very Good Boy, the muscles of his back twitch slightly in various places as the bristles pass over particularly itchy patches, though for the most part the canine does his best to keep still. Despite his efforts, there are certain places that he reflexes moves in response to, with a thumb of one leg and the stretching of his neck as if the brush in Mateo's hand was merely an extension of himself that these movements could control.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
