[center][h3]Lonny Theodore Harris[/h3]
[b]Activity:[/b] Leaving Work 
[b]Partner:[/b] Gabutyra - [color=red]Brave[/color]
[b]Mood:[/b] Confused [/center][hr]
[indent] Brave flipped onto a metal trash bin, his steely snout pointed at the sky. He moved around minutely observing the growing shadow overhead. Lonny came to halt about three feet from Reggie, his hands tucked into the side pockets of his brown, rugged jacket. He wasn't hot but if it was cold he wouldn't had known, his red hoodie underneath the jacket was a natural insulator. 

He raised a dark brow and pursed his lips tightly, confusion pulled on his face. [color=red][b]"Yea, me too, I guess. Brave, get down here buddy. I'm hungry... or sleepy. One of them."[/b][/color] The casual tone that would usually elicit an immediate response hadn't budged the t-rex. He continued to look overhead, an alarming squawk resonating from its maw. 

Instinctively, Lonny looked up too. He could feel something between him and Brave, a connection that carried a wave of worry. Then something thumped in his chest, a radiant pulsing that he hadn't felt in years. An anxiety. He pulled a hand from his pocket and patted his hastened chest twice. [color=red][b]"Something isn't right. I've never seen a swarm of bugs that dense. Its unnatural, ain't it?"[/b][/color]

Brave squawked, finally leaping off the thrash can and up onto his shoulder.[/indent]