video; un: mccree

[flashbanging]

[ McCree's just lounging somewhere outside in catland, maybe in a quiet corner of one of the plazas. Far from the meowing crowd. He's got his cigarillo dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he puffs on it intermittently, looking thoughtful. ]

Gotta say, this is a real nice little respite after all the mess we just got through. These cats have been mighty hospitable, too, and it was good of'em to take us in.

[ A pause. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ]

But, y'know ... just between you and me, I'm really more of a dog person.

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[ofobedience]

Hahah, well. I suppose that last part doesn't quite pertain to my own situation. New horizons, and all that.

[He'd never even left the city in which he was created, prior to falling through that rift. Had never thought he would. Wants, even now, to get back to it.]

[flashbanging]

Not the wandering kind, partner?

[ofobedience]

No. Wandering is for strays, I'm more of a loyal hound. Hahah.

[A quick beat, and then--]

And yet, here I am all the same.

[flashbanging]

Huh.

[ He takes a long drag of his cigarillo, then slowly breathes out the smoke as he drawls: ]

Always been more of a stray, myself.

[ He slips the cigarillo into the corner of his mouth, speaking around it as he goes on. ]

But, hey. Least you got a pack, right?

[ofobedience]

I wouldn't really call what we have here a pack. It seems more like a bunch of lone wolves thrown together and forced to work alongside each other, to me.

[Is there a hard note to his voice there? Something almost bitter? Perhaps you're imagining things.]