I'm doing just fine, i lied|| meet and greet, open

[DELION!]

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[align=left]Is even meeting a healthy idea ･ﾟ✧

[i][b]――― or am I getting too near?

Delion had seen a few other animals doing this and he guessed it wasn't a horrible idea. It was good to know those you would be spending a large amount of time with. The munchkin found himself a place with a decent amount of animals in it and sat, coiling his thin furred tail around himself. Delion ignored everything in himself that said bringing attention to himself was a bad idea and said, "hey, if anyone's interested in chatting uh...I'm Delion, but you can call be De or Lion?" and anxiously shuffled his paws. Maybe this was a bad idea, or maybe nobody would even pay any attention to him.

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:georgia; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Quietus was not an expert on cat breeds, so he experienced little familiarity in Delion's small, stunted appearance. His body was long and odd for the tiny legs underneath, and instead of a lion he could see much of a centipede in the feline, though he refrained from voicing such thoughts. "Quietus." he introduced himself simply, his head risen and his ears perked; which, in turn, kept making him a little bigger than Delion, and that awareness in the differences of height between him and the animal entertained him to some hidden degree. And to think that he thought he'd seen it all: from the hairless kind to the ugly, flat faced cats. "If I may ask - what breed of cat are you, Delion?"

[nuclear repository;]

  [font=trebuchet ms]While meet-and-greets were a common, accepted occurrence under normal circumstances, these were not normal circumstances- the last remnants of society were bundled together at the top of the peak, with a shortage of both herbs and prey, and with the threat of possibly being attacked and murdered hanging over each person's head. In these circumstances, it was far more valuable to hunt for food or herbs, search for other survivors, or in her case, keep watch over the robot they had imprisoned.

  With that said, her shift guarding the bot had just ended, and for whatever reason, she wasn't in the mood to leave the camp at the moment. She needed a few moments to regenerate her energy, first, and she guessed there was no harm in humoring Delion's request as she passed by. Taking a seat a few feet away from Quietus, the canine paused for a moment to catch her breath, then stated, "I'm Seija. Not much for conversation right now, though..." It was rather amusing that Quietus didn't recognize Delion as a Munchkin, but then she supposed that the other canine might not have met anyone of that breed before.

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[DELION!]

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[align=left]Is even meeting a healthy idea ･ﾟ✧

[i][b]――― or am I getting too near?

Delion watched as multiple odd looking animals approached, both of which were much larger than him and canines. Well, he thinks they're canines, or once were. The radiation did some crazy things and he half expected to get his own powers or something soon. Maybe something cool like time manipulation or like, flora manipulation. That would be hella rad. Rad, because radiation.

He was getting off topic. "It's nice to meet you Quietus" he responded, looking up at the large animal. Why was almost everyone here so large, it made him feel more tiny than he already was. When he was asked what his breed was, the munchkin stood up on his hind paws, something he used to have to do to talk to his friend Malik, and said "well isn't it obvious, I'm a meerkat!" he joked before shaking his head, "no I'm kidding, obviously. I'm a munchkin which means I have these tiny stubby legs that make me kinda useless but, I intend to figure out a way to help so that I'm not completely useless." Now he was rambling and gesturing with his front paws. He cleared his throat and dropped back down to all fours.

He shifted his attention to the other canine who looked a bit more like a sheep than a dog to him for the most part. She was a sheepdog, then! Istus above, his sense of humor was horrid. "Well, it's nice to meet you Seija, even if you don't feel up to chattin'!" he said, giving the tired looking canine a smile.

[bubbletea]

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when one finds themself searching for activities, their senses heightened. interest made eyes sharp and ears perked, the mind quick to answer and even quicker to take note. bub had done exactly those two things as he sighted the meet and greet. from afar, it seemed relaxed, and if there was any tension, it must’ve been in the hearts or minds of those participating.

pushing himself from a reclining position, his muscles working with ease, he began to pad over to the group. his drooping ears had caught delion’s introduction, and he had thought it funny that the munchkin had been given a name that had a king and a predator in it when he was so small. but then again, bub had no position to think that, seeing as he might not even reach the feline’s height as an older child due to his dwarfism.

a childish grin on his face, the pup soon took a seat. he recognized both quietus and seija, and gave them a joyful nod of greeting. ”hi!” greeted he, rocking back and forth. ”if anyone tried to attack you, you could trip them!” he suggested, gesturing at delion’s stubby legs. bub had often worried of being too vulnerable, a simple bite would end him, and he assured himself that as long as he was fast enough to not get hit, he could bid enough time to hide.

/ ahh i was sort of museless with this, sorry if it didn’t make any sense!!