His eyebrows lowered slightly, and his eyes narrowed at the canine. He blinked twice and looked back up. What to do... He held the cigarette to where the smoke rose from behind his back, giving his cranium an odd look. It seemed to have smoke coming out?
Buster let out another small ruff. He licked Cara's hand before he walked to her side and nudged her. Cara huffed out one last puff of smoke. "What's up with you today, Buster?.."
Cara threw the bud on the ground, under the bench on the gravel. Buster let out a huff and jumped on her, shoving her towards Seth. "FU-" She was on the ground. On top of Seth.
He stood up slowly, and jumped off his knees. He swiped some dirt off his pants and back. "It's fine." He'd dropped his cigarette and it burned a hole through the back of his shirt. Oddly enough, it was a large-ish hole.
Cara walked over to Buster and swatted his nose. "No," she told him firmly. Suddenly, her knee began to sting. She looked down and saw a tiny, bloody scrape on her knee. "Fuck," she muttered, hating her very short jean shorts.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a very monotone voice. --Meanwhile-- Aaron sat in the tree with a constant smug grin on his face. "This is going perfectly," he stated quietly.
Cara nodded. "Yeah, it's no big deal." She pressed her finger on her scraped knee. She winced. Buster walked up to her and licked her knee, the bleeding temporarily stopping.
"So..." Seth muttered. He glanced over for about a second and stared back up at the sky. "Did you hear that!?" His back straightened and he had a surprised look on his face.