the outfit for today is unimportant so let's go over it quickly.

the shirt: a tattered oversized t-shirt purposefully torn around the collar.

the pants: somewhat tattered baggy jeans with the knees purposefully worn and giving out.

the shoes: chucks of the same status as both the shirt and pants.

the accessories: a silver chain wallet and a single gold stud earring.

the shoot was “down on the street” where Sevastian was to wear something that appeared inconspicuous from the modern man. he’d say it's more trashy than anything and began making adjustments before the shoot, but an urge forced him to check up on his belongings.

“Phone, Wallet, Earbuds, Glasses, Pokeba-“

he paused, and then proceeded into a tizzy, tearing the set up looking for and calling out for his lost pokemon. it wasn’t long until he released his Mabosstiff and turned on his pokeball tracker, fully abandoning his post to look for his lost pokemon.

his gait not once slowed as he followed the Mabosstiff with the same ferocity she had when she caught onto the Mightyena’s scent.

there was a moment where the Mabosstiff went into an aggressive stance, a low growl sounding in her throat as she slowed, but it was only when she had caught onto a familiar scent that her embers cooled. she was relaxed as if she were in the same company as her owner and slowly rounded the corner, a light “Wuff” accompanying as the two dogs eagerly circled Cassidy, sniffing her up and down, licking her palm when she left it idle.

Sevastian was a mirror of the Mabosstiff, once tense, now lax, as he eyes the former starlet.

“Cass…” he signed a breath of relief “Had me stressed out for nothing.”

she must have recognized that the ball was his and kept it safe. which only begs the question why she didn’t give him a call sooner… whatever, she's a friend.

“What are you doing here so late? Heard it's dangerous around here after dark.”

cassidy