Trans Ams were nice, he didn't care what anybody said. Roomy was another story. These two lovers had an inviting scent about them, but Rohkan would oppose calling it anything but faint. He was about second chances, at one point in time. But repitition brought him to countless disappointments, so he didn't get his hopes up too much.
If anything, it was free digs. Beer, food, beer. He gave it all the respective pondering with his head out the passenger window on the way "home." When that car door shut with him outside to investigate on his own he gave them the wave off. "I'll just make myself at home."
And it wasn't a bad place, not at all. Most places he'd seen people had it off worse. Bad enough not being able to sleep in your own place, but not being able to sleep anywhere even in the places the homeless would be expected to rest. No, this home was a paradise in the right man's eyes, a mediocre home in another's. He let it pour in yellow eyes.
"Byeeeeeee!" when they'd drove off to the arena, taillights reflecting in his irises. 'Those two got a few screws loose.' he thought, shaking his head and walking to the front door. Tile, hardwood, expensive carpeting. He'd show that respect, good behavior warranted rewards and promotions. That spot on the foot of the bed, pool props, all the goods. Maybe his size didn't bother the two of them that much either, despite his looking down to both of them when stood, he understood Cheyenne's carefree persona as she just seemed euphoric when it came to wolves. Lang? Mysterious fellow, good taste in automobiles though.
"Nice diggs." looking inside. His appreciation went respectively to the smallest of flowers, having said that, his true opinion of the edifice was indeterminable. And once inside it was a matter of gauging out what effects looked like they could be broken by his mass. What furniture could hold him, what furniture could hold him and yet not look like it wanted fur all over it. Instruments that wouldn't crack in his grip, flooring that looked walkable. It was time to settle in for sure.
The different brews and beverages didn't reach his nostrils, over many many years his body lived a 'survival of the fittest' code. His soldier-like lysosomes devoured any weak or worn-out enzymes. And ultimately turned him into the beast he was. His distaste for anything besides corona was a serious insult to his sense of smell, so his body did away with it, identifying it before it even reached evaluation, and turning it away.
Score. The couch. And dropping his pack in a quiet bang showing it's weight he crashed to the couch. The top of his bag loosening and showing just the briefest of his .50 cal signature handgun. He dimmed the lights, and stayed that couch til they got home.
Ears perked twice, once to each their callings. "Yo! On the sofa! I'm so glad you guys are home."
Seeing Lang first he smiled, "I need you guys' credit card no. so I can tune in to 'Alice in Penisland' tonight on payperview." waggling the remote at the two of them.
