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[ukan]

This is Lark, leave a message.

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[ukan]

When Lark comes by, he's dragging a blanket (one with quite a lot of fur on it) and one of his favorite stuffy toys.

Since he's a wolf and both these things are jammed in his mouth, it's an endeavor. The door isn't locked but, given the state of his paws, he scratches politely.

[anti_altruisms]

Archer is waiting, of course. Sekhmet is already tucked away in his room with all her things so there won't be any fussing.

He opens the door, and seeing Lark with a blanket and toy in his mouth is...really quite something. It elicits a faint smile from him - the first in a long while.

"So what's your plan for all this?"

[ukan]

Lark pads in, tail wagging, and jumps up on the couch. He sets the toy down, pulls the blanket up, and makes a little nest with it.

Then he howl-barks at Archer to invite him over.

[anti_altruisms]

He has never once thought of Lark as being cute before…but he is dangerously close to thinking it now.

Archer’s mouth twitches despite himself, and he sits on the couch next to his friend.

“Do you play fetch too?”

[ukan]

Indeed he does, going by the trail wag.

He sets the toy on Archer's lap. He also plays tug o war.