[ And on cue, Arcanine's attention is completely and utterly on Armada, purely out of reaction. He doesn't quite understand what's going on, yet he's not about to let the alien out of his sight; it seems too dangerous to relax around him. He's not sure how he feels about the instructor in front of him, whether it's his height or the intimidating looking helmet (or both...).
But he is curious, as he has always been during his stay in the Nehada. When the hand's extended, he takes it as an invitation to step forward and sniff, curious of the scents he might pick up (despite Green's wariness about the situation, alas). ]
Well, yeah. [ Arcanine's not quite eager enough to ask for headpats from the giant, unfortunately. Sorry Armada. :( ] He's my partner. [ The reason Green's here in the first place, so to speak, let alone recruited by the CDC. ]
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But he is curious, as he has always been during his stay in the Nehada. When the hand's extended, he takes it as an invitation to step forward and sniff, curious of the scents he might pick up (despite Green's wariness about the situation, alas). ]
Well, yeah. [ Arcanine's not quite eager enough to ask for headpats from the giant, unfortunately. Sorry Armada. :( ] He's my partner. [ The reason Green's here in the first place, so to speak, let alone recruited by the CDC. ]
I've raised him myself, of course he's special.