possibly being sent to ataraxion!

[wolfjunk]

[ Dyson's face remains largely passive but for all that his expression remains blank, there's a small crook to his mouth that teeters on dry than genuinely pleased. ]

Final frontier, huh? [ He raises his brows, folding his arms. ] That could be interesting. Definitely a change of pace.

Just don't get any extravagant ideas. You don't have to ask around to know I was always better at 'bite' than 'heel'.

Comments

[onteamdyson]

Can you still do 'roll over'? Because that is probably the most entertaining.

[Really, that statement is code for THANK GOD a familiar and fuzzy face! Kenzi just smirks like it's going out of style.]

kdslfkfkl

[ravening]

[ Bite, you say? This guy can do that! ]

[wolfjunk]

[ Dyson snorts, which is probably as close to a full-out bark of a laugh as he gets. The curve to his mouth is tinged with fondness too — a familiar face does a lot for fae or human. ]

I don't know, Kenzi. I'm pretty good at fetch.

HAHAHA YOU ASSHOLE I LOVE YOU

[wolfjunk]

[ oh no this is going to go somewhere alpha male wolf-y and growly isn't it

Dyson's eyes flash yellow as he snarls. Smells like wolf, acts like wolf, looks like wolf — not human but not quite fae (not quite brother, either). ]

You better be passing through, friend.

have a fellow werewolf, dyson! or... wolf-shifter. whatevs.

[angerissues]

Please tell me you don't really do commands.

MASON LOCKWOOD!!!!!! \o/

[wolfjunk]

[ Dyson's laugh is a wolfish bark than a contained smile, his hand scratching idly at the scruff at his jaw. ]

No. Too old. [ He raises his brows. ] Makes all the difference between dogs and us.

oh man so much excitement /)_(\

[angerissues]

[ Mason's is more a huff of amusement as he nods. ]

That it does. [ He extends a hand. ] I'm Mason.

[lost_fae]

Oh your bark is worse then your bite.

[Hello, Bo just had to chime in on that one]

[onteamdyson]

Think you could fetch me some new boots? I also accept cash, money orders, and booze.

[Dammit, Dyson. Do you have any idea how lonely she is out in space? This friendly punch in the arm will have to do in place of a hug. People can SEE!]

Good boy.

/g-gently pulls those tiny paws down OuO

[wolfjunk]

Dyson. [ A handshake says a lot about a person; Dyson's is both strong and yielding, borne from a kind of give/take in obeying orders and giving them. ]

Looks like I might be seeing you. Any words of advice?

[wolfjunk]

[ His expression twists into one of slight exasperation, his brows lifting in a kind of why am I not surprised to hear that from you. It melts away into something a little softer (fonder or private) because for all your bravado, Kenzi, Dyson maybe gets it a little more than he lets on. ]

How are you doing?

/HIDES FOREVER also your dyson is amazing, even after this many tags. intimidatingly so, in fact.

[angerissues]

[ It's definitely one that Mason appreciates, too, even if his has a little more of an edge to it. Considering recent history, he's not exactly the most trusting guy in the world, even if Dyson happens to be born from the cloth. So to speak. ]

Pack whatever you wanna bring with you ahead of time and keep it with you. Apparently whatever brings us there thinks a little bit of home will make us feel better about being there as well as seem generous on their part. [ Thankfully the stuff Mason brought with him is stuff he actually needs. ]

[onteamdyson]

I am stuck on a space ship with no money, video games, cool shit, or Bo. How do you THINK I'm doing?

Pretty sure if you show up, you will have zero time to be broody, emo, or aloof because I'd only leave you enough time to be totally awesome and run the freakin' place with me. Seriously, I need a guard-Dyson. There are some freaky-ass dudes running around and I am NOT messing with that junk.

[Fae, she can handle. Usually. A boatload of weird people and no allies? Not so much...]