[He pushes past her with a sense of urgency, then once fully inside the temperature controlled space flops to his side, tongue hanging out and panting. Just. Give him a minute here.
He makes a quiet, breathy sort of grunt, trying not to repeat the dissonant yowl earlier. He feels like he should be able to talk. Myr could back last October...He'll just have to keep working on it. He rolls on the ground until he's looking up at her from the floor, then repeats the noise, trying a little harder to get the right sort of vowel.]
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He makes a quiet, breathy sort of grunt, trying not to repeat the dissonant yowl earlier. He feels like he should be able to talk. Myr could back last October...He'll just have to keep working on it. He rolls on the ground until he's looking up at her from the floor, then repeats the noise, trying a little harder to get the right sort of vowel.]
uhhrrrra.