<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e7a7/f/2014/146/1/e/1e990787187ea3d8a67c81b682fc25a6-d7jvjzg.jpg)</div>Name: Misha Petrov<br/>Time: Morning<br/>Location: Living Quarters<br/>Tagging: Sleyn, Serenity, Millicent, Ezekiel<br/>Notes: ~<br/><hr/><br/>The scene that unfolded as the door open, left the husky flabbergasted and tongue tied. This was far too much excitement for one day, let alone to unfurl in the span of a few minutes. The blue eyed gaze watched as the barbarian woman stormed over to his 'friend', only to find his gaze more focused on the pair that had decided to make their escape. There was one thing the inhabitants of this small world knew, and that was Misha thought mostly about himself, and whilst the redhead was distracted on something, the dog tried his best to formulate a plan of escape! Almost comically, the young man raised his hands up, and took rather blatant obvious 'sneaky' steps; though they were silent. The only thing the dog could think of doing was to follow the more harmless duo that were making their way towards the staircase. But, before he could get anywhere too far, he found himself frozen to his spot, as the silver blue hues stared as the woman went a head and slammed Sleyn to the ground, and he found his eyes meeting the harsh gaze of the 'giantess'.<br/><br/><br/>"Now, I'd say that's rather uncalled for... I'd think instead of making us your enemies, you should focus on making allies. Cause there are things out there far more terrifying then a house dog and a sewer rat, but I'm guessing you are feeling brave enough on your own." Misha spat out in almost a cowardice whisper, before grabbing onto the cuff of Sleyn pants and dragging him away from the redheaded woman. Despite the fact he couldn't really say that the two were friends by any sort, he couldn't really say he fully disliked the rat either. Everyone here just seemed to have a mutual respect for one another. well, most....<br/><br/>Though, Misha wasn't going to wait for Serenity to possibly respond to the hopefully unheard words, so thus, the dog found himself trying to drag the rat away to safety to make his way down to the first floor. On that note, it wasn't like Misha had really thought about how would be the best way to get the brown haired sloth down the stairs.<br/><br/>"Excuse me?" Misha spoke, somewhat softly as he looked at the pair; Millicent and Ezekiel, that were closing in on the stairs. "Is she a friend of yours?" The dog eared young man found himself asking, looking over his shoulder towards the redhead briefly. "Cause if so, I'd say she is definitely in need of a rather short leash." He almost whispered his joke, before snickering slightly.<br/><br/>"In any case, you two don't seem to want to be associated with her, and you two seem famished! Follow me, and I shall at least be able to set you up with some refreshments." With a polite not to his head, and a toothy grin, Misha tried his best to remain polite and a good host, despite the fact that he was dragging someone along by the cuff of their pants.