Reechi
Reeps watched as her Ryder dressed, and then began to become frantic with worry over what he’d chosen to wear. ” I look okay right? No one said this was formal, right?!” She let out a lazy exhale through her nostrils, her tail draped over the side of her basket. Letting her jaws part in a rather large yawn, Reechi plopped her paw on his face and patted his eye. ”Be yourself, you look fine. But you might want to consider buttoning up a bit more.” Her head fell back against the cushioned nest with another exhale, and she closed her eyes. However, at the rustling of Rowan’s clothing as he shifted, her eyes darted open and she shot straight onto his arm and across his shoulders before bowing down into a resting position with her tail curled around his neck. “Fruit!!” She chattered excitedly, kneading her Ryder’s shoulder with a churr.
It was a little unsettling that Saga was so busy with preening that he ignored Angel’s calls. She tilted her neck back to rest the side of her head against his neck and looked up at him with big eyes, ”Someone seems to be dressing to impress, huh~” She joked, but was quickly cut short as Rowan pulled out a pack of cigarettes to which Reechi recoiled backwards with a little hiss. She even went so far as to stick her head down the back of his shirt to inhale his scent rather than that of the revolting fire he insisted on putting to his lips. If she didn’t love him so much she would have sunk a bit of fang into his flesh, but alas, she refrained.
"Sorry Reeps, doesn't smell to good does it?" She growled in response, slapping her whip-like tail against his neck. Rowan quickly discarded the detestable thing, and she crawled back up onto his head. “How am I supposed to enjoy anything when all the scents are muffled by that disgusting stuff?”
A figure suddenly came to view, and was none other than Trista. A look of disdain flew onto Reechi’s face as the girl’s companion followed after her. As her Ryder called out to the girl, Reeperchi scoffed lightly. “Yes, it is the other way, and we should be quickly getting to it. We’re going to be late, Rowan.”
As the two stopped before them and Fucuello locked eyes on her Ryder with a look of pure disdain himself, Reechi’s ears flung backwards and she bared her fangs with a rattling hiss as her eyes narrowed. No one, especially the shallow fool that was this unicorn, was allowed to look at her Ryder like that. ”Leave, Leave, Leave.” She urgently prodded at her Ryder, her claws digging into his head a bit.
Suddenly Takeshi came upon the scene asking for the infernal death that Rowan kept in the back pocket of his jeans, which was simply exasperating to Reechi. Her deadly look towards Fucuello was broken as Saga scratched her behind her ears and a catlike smile flickered across her lips as she churred, her eyes closing in pure content. She was sad when he withdrew his hand, but quickly disregarded him as her eyes fell on Trista and a look of plain dislike was extremely clear upon her features. She simply screamed at the girl, ’Get a better hold of your companion. He’s older than I am and yet I’m so much more mature than he is. See the problem?’ A hot breath, literally hot as she was a Tempestas dragon, flew in her direction and stirred at her hair and flat out fell upon her face.