Bren Sarai Hawthorne // Maned Wolf // Musician // Bronx
With another blush, Bren ducked his head. As a musician, people tended to tell him his voice was wonderful, but for a stranger to say so, just after meeting.
He wasn't used to it.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Bronx. I'm Brendol, or Bren, if you like."
He shuffled the objects in his paws around, holding out his free one for Bronx to shake.
"Do you come here often?"
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Kitt Mystic // Cross Fox // Street Magician // Everest
Kitt smirked brightly as a red fox came over, and the magician bowed low, pulling a bouquet of wild flowers seemingly out of thin air.
"For the lovely lad, giving a lowly magician a chance," Kitt's voice was low, often mesmerizing as the collection of flowers was held out to the newcomer, knowing as soon as they were touched, a swarm of brightly colored butterflies would burst from them.
Kitt enjoyed this trick the most. The look of wonder on other's faces is what made them come back to the park everyday.
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Brett. R. Swift // Cheetah // ZPD Special Forces Officer // Open
Brett sat down at his desk, a clutter-free spot, with very few personal items. He turned to his computer and logged in, bringing up the old digital files, looking for any anomalies.
He glanced to the side, eyes landing on a picture, of him and his older brother, Simon, on the day that the older Swift got his badge. He was in uniform, and Brett was in a play version of the uniform, though Simon had placed his too-large hat on the cub's head.
He turned back to his computer, and started typing.