Burgers are fine. [Honestly, he doesn't care. It's not food goo, or Garrison hospital food. It's more than fine right about now. He pulls a small notebook from his jacket and a pen, writes something in near-perfect Japanese, and whistles quietly. Luckily no one seems to notice or rather care about the strange wolf as Kosmo closes the distance. He hands the notebook to him and pats his head.
The canine seems to slink away into the crowd and disappears into the shadows with tiny sparks. Well, at least that still works here.] A message for the others. Lead the way.
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The canine seems to slink away into the crowd and disappears into the shadows with tiny sparks. Well, at least that still works here.] A message for the others. Lead the way.