04-04-2018, 12:26 AM
He liked that smell!!! He didn’t know what it was but he liked it!!! Zimavich approached, trotting quite happily. The smells reminded him of.... home? No. That didn’t sound right.
The bear’s (still) underweight and messy self made his way over. Ivan’s head turned so that his good eye could focus on the cat and their boutique. A dull, purple orb was locked on the plants, taking in their colors, and for a small moment.... there was a little light in his eye.
He bent over, drooling and snorting and making other small noises. The cat was about the same size as his head, he noted. Ivan’s creamy fur was brown and black and green from algae and mud, there was dried yellow paint on one of his paws, he kind of smelled and the flies would not stop biting at his ears.
But, the polar bear smiled. Sort of. His teeth were yellow and his closed his eye as he attempted to seem friendly and cheerful.
”Beck....” Who was Beck again? He shrugged, looking back at where he came from. Oh well. ”Coming along.” He leaned in, uncomfortably close to him and gesturing to the flowers with his nose.
”Pretty. I like.” He glances at the visitor. Uh.... ”Name?”
The bear’s (still) underweight and messy self made his way over. Ivan’s head turned so that his good eye could focus on the cat and their boutique. A dull, purple orb was locked on the plants, taking in their colors, and for a small moment.... there was a little light in his eye.
He bent over, drooling and snorting and making other small noises. The cat was about the same size as his head, he noted. Ivan’s creamy fur was brown and black and green from algae and mud, there was dried yellow paint on one of his paws, he kind of smelled and the flies would not stop biting at his ears.
But, the polar bear smiled. Sort of. His teeth were yellow and his closed his eye as he attempted to seem friendly and cheerful.
”Beck....” Who was Beck again? He shrugged, looking back at where he came from. Oh well. ”Coming along.” He leaned in, uncomfortably close to him and gesturing to the flowers with his nose.
”Pretty. I like.” He glances at the visitor. Uh.... ”Name?”