The Park, Friday Afternoon

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus had totally promised Octavia a spar earlier in the month, but things got in the way. Mostly timezones and travel, but not for, like, live shows or anything like that.

So he was making up for it today. Today of all days.

Which was why there was a beefy dude with Starbucks waiting around in the park. He'd made a compromise with a Candlelights sweater over his armor. Sleeves ripped off.

It looked ridiculous.

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[died8yearsago]

It certainly helped Arlo 2, who was more than happy to take the chance to try to offer a more proper greeting in the form of a face lick, and then who would try to see if that sweater was a comfy as it looked by trying to climb onto Magnus' chest and settle there.

"Was that to me?" Rosa asked because she honestly wasn't sure. "Or the dog? Because the dog doesnt talk," please, island, dont make it so that her dog could talk one of these days, "and we've met before."

And 'well' wouldn't exactly be the word she'd use to describe it, but, to be fair, she didnt know what word she would use, except maybe 'brief.'

[magnusrushesin]

"They talk with their lil' wriggles." He was also destined to open a dog training business in the future. It was the best possible outcome for him.

[died8yearsago]

"Is that so?" asked Rosa. There was some small amount of wriggling on Arlo 2's part, too, as she discovered that the sweater was not, in fact, comfortable, due to the armor underneath, but she was clearly staying committed to her new spot. "So what's she saying now?"

[magnusrushesin]

"That she's my new best friend," he said, sounding utterly delighted. Rosa. Rosa, take your dog back before he tried to keep her.