Charmony Festival this, Charmony Festival that. Gallagher practically drags his feet as he walks alongside the Head of the Oak Family, trying to keep his thoughts shallow and filled only with his duties as a Hound. He doesn't realize Sunday has come to a complete stop until he's two steps ahead of him, and when he turns around, he can see that the other man is looking at him rather expectantly. "Ah... sorry, Birdie. Guess I was just distracted by how pretty your lips look when you're flappin' them." He smile is all teeth. "Mind givin' me the footnotes version?"
"Those were the footnotes." Sunday sighs deeply. Even for all his best efforts and sleepless nights, NO plan was one hundred percent idiot proof. It's days like this Sunday wishes he had never superseded his adoptive father as the Oak family head. Life as the Bronze Melodia came with its own set of troubles, but at least back then he'd been shielded from the evil eye of others.
"I suppose I shouldn't have expected any less from a dog such as yourself. I'm only going to say this one more time, so actually listen to what I have to say while you're reading my lips." He lifts a gloved finger to point at his mouth for emphasis. A flash of silver jewelry on his tongue.
"Absolutely no outside food or drink is to be permitted. Under any circumstances. If I find even a single candy wrapper left behind than...I'll..." With a disgruntled expression he scans Gallagher's unshaven face before finally waving his hand dismissively. "I'll be writing a strongly worded text message. Did you catch that, doggy?"
