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A slender, bluehaired man in a long coat walks down the street toward the ice cream shop. He looks rather bookish, even carrying one under his arm, The other hand, however, is attached to one of those springy 'child leashes', and the other end of -that- is attached to...

Well, it's not a puppy, though there's a certain amount of similarity. In fact, it's a toddler, with messy silver hair and tanned skin made all the browner by smudges of dirt. Some of the brown, however, is in definite stripes, and between that and his rounded, furry ears, it's no difficult task to tag the boy as a D-corp child. He doesn't wear a shirt or shoes, and is -barely- wearing jeans, the knees torn completely out and the cuffs nothing but trailing white strings. He doesn't seem to mind his leash, though, bouncing around at the end of it and generally being a hazard while burning off an awful lot of energy.

Ryrleon watches Corrigan scamper about and explore, while trying to keep his balance, and can't help but shake his head a little. "... I'm not sure you need any sugar..." he murmurs.

"ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM!' howls Corrigan, bouncing repeatedly at the end of his leash with each declaration.

Ryrleon is -fond- of Corrigan... but it's also plain the boy kind of runs him ragged too. As the girl speaks up, he has the presence of mind to quickly thumb the release lock on the leash so the hyenaling can't charge her and pounce. It takes him a second to realize there's a lot more 'leg' and 'antenna' going on than most people, but after a moment's brief stare, he adjusts his glasses and offers a game sort of smile.

"Ah? Well... I don't see why not..." he eventually says, adding, "...Corri, what do you say to the nice lady..."

Meanwhile, Corrigan has caught the magic words 'gift' and 'ice cream' in the same sentence, and homed in immediately on Zyanya. If his leash hadn't been locked, he probably would've tried to pounce on her. Instead, he's been making hopeful grabby-hands at her, even though she's out of reach. Give! Giiiive! His short, brushy tail is half-lowered, wagging slightly. Only after being chided does he offer an almost wheedling "Peease...", while turning on the 'adorable puppy' look as best he can.

Ryr shakes off the staring quickly enough, to his credit, and offers a wry smile at the girl. "Careful... or you may lose a finger." It's a joke, but there's something in his tone that might indicate he's not -totally- joking.

Corrigan grabby-hands at her vigorously until she hands over the cone, sniffs at it curiously, then opens wide and just about manages to jam the whole thing into his mouth in one go. *AUM* For a moment, he blinks confusedly, then very carefully removes it from his mouth so he can look at it. It doesn't seem like he doesn't like it, so much as he's flatly unsure what it's supposed to taste like. Ryr is the tea-drinker... the hyenaling has never tasted this stuff in his life. After spending a moment in (for him) serious contemplation, though, he stuffs it back into his mouth again. "Mnngf."

"What do you say, Corrigan..." Ryrleon prompts.

"Nnf-nnrf!' Corri manages around the cone, wagging his tail.

Corrigan is amusing to watch... as long as whatever it is he's doing isn't happening to you or something you own. The pat earns the girl a wary sidelong glance through his messy bangs, but aside from a slight nosewrinkling, he doesn't object. She did, after all, give him an ice cream cone. Even if it's the weirdest ice cream he's ever had. To be honest, it's peculiar gray-green color is part of why he likes it.

Corrigan's opinion on gummi worms is that they don't contain enough worm. Go figure. The cone is rapidly disappearing, sticky greenish ice cream covering his fingers.

Ryrleon watches her scriffle the boy, shaking his head a little. "About three. I've only recently been assigned as his guardian." And it's a trial and a half. He does smile a little, though. "I guess in some ways we're learning together."

Corrigan has by this point already made short work of his ice cream, though there's sticky smears all over his face and fingers. There's probably a reason he doesn't wear a shirt. He doesn't bother to clean himself up though, aside from a halfhearted attempt to wipe his fingers on his jeans.

"You have," Ryr mutters, "No idea. But he's already making friends, so I guess it's all for the best." He rumples the boy's messy silver hair, and earns a vague batting from the boy. By this point, though, Zyan's strangeness seems to have been accepted... probably one of the reasons he was selected for this project in the first place.

Corri isn't idle during this time, though. Instead, his bright scarlet eyes are fixed squarely on the half neglected cone still in the girl's hand. He's still hungry... that's ice cream... it's a no brainer! His tail flags back and forth veeeery slowly as he watches... wag. ...wag.... not all -that- different from a cat, really. His guardian doesn't seem to notice.

Ryrleon looks wry. "....If I don't have him on it, he runs off after every bug or car or anything, pretty much. And then I have to track him down."

"Do not!" Corrigan interrupts, in a sort of way that indicates this happens a lot. Still watching... still watchiiiing.... the tail eventually stills, his ears half flattened...

Ryrleon, meanwhile, just shakes his head and continues, "Anyway, he's just so very exuberant about everything, and curious, and I don't want him to get hurt." Or hurt anyone else. Or eat someone's poodle or something. You never know.

....wait... waaaait for it... >LEAP!!< Corrigan abruptly makes a pounce on the dripping cone, with the full intention of grabbing it and retreating around his hapless guardian to the full extent of his leash so Zyanya doesn't murderize him. He's no fool! Whether or not he gets it, though, Ryrleon is left wrestling with a leash now half wrapped around him and too slack to do anything useful with.

"Corrigan! No!" ...bad puppy.