Lion Head Mesa The harder you pull, the tighter the rope.

gucci gazed down the hallway one last time before turning to face the sesh, nodding at her explanation. it was sound. once she moved to leave, he followed after her.

he suspected nothing.

"hm, wha', mah collar?" the former housepet had managed to forget it was still about his neck, the identification tag's sounds having become a kind of white noise long before he had come to akashigo.

now he bent his neck in an attempt to take a look at it, but, of course, anatomy did not permit so, making him look rather ridiculous.

"well uh..." realising that he won't be able to look at it lest he broke his neck, gucci continued walking normally. "naw, nawt really." he smiled. "it's how mah owner's s'pposed t' find meh, 'fter all!" as soon as he said that an undefined expression took hold of his features and was wiped away before it could fully form. it looked a bit like pain.

changing the topic was imperative.

"now, y' say we've gots t' leave the mesa, yeah? if that's so ah might need t', uhm, walk a bit rudely near you, as a dog mah size looks an awful lot like squirrel to passin' eagles." he chuckled. then paused. "or groundhog. whichever one doesn't haa-brah-nate."

how about we move on to a new thread? :)