// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Time already felt slow under the weight of the mismanaged dog, Iskra left to just shield his face from tongue and teeth that flashed in the excitement, unable to fully block both his mouth and his ears from the assault. It sure felt like it took longer than it should have for Mel to take any action, a suspicious look given to her as Iskra did his best to wipe drool from the edges of his ear while Goose ran after the tossed treats. That'd keep him busy for a while, sniffing over the same spot five times and licking the floor clean of any crumbs.
"Thanks," Iskra mutters to her at last, his collar like a napkin as he rubs his head at an angle against it, pinning it with his arm. He grabs for his own bolt of cloth, a dark plaid that makes the pattern almost invisible, but it's there. He stretches it out, ensuring it fits his height and width, wrapping it around him like some limp snake as he tests it. She already seems to be situated, apparently practiced at sewing, while he's gotten himself a bit wrapped up. "Uh, think you could cut this off the roll?" he nods towards his predicament, scissors in hand, but arms pinned beneath a few twists of cloth. He's loath to unroll it entirely and lose his perfect length.
"Thanks," Iskra mutters to her at last, his collar like a napkin as he rubs his head at an angle against it, pinning it with his arm. He grabs for his own bolt of cloth, a dark plaid that makes the pattern almost invisible, but it's there. He stretches it out, ensuring it fits his height and width, wrapping it around him like some limp snake as he tests it. She already seems to be situated, apparently practiced at sewing, while he's gotten himself a bit wrapped up. "Uh, think you could cut this off the roll?" he nods towards his predicament, scissors in hand, but arms pinned beneath a few twists of cloth. He's loath to unroll it entirely and lose his perfect length.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
