[Steve is just sitting there, drawing, his Espeon curled tight and protectively around his neck, almost uncomfortable looking, but he's not bothered by it. On the ground next to him is an Arcanine, she has her head in his lap, Steve has his sketchbook resting on the top of her head, she doesn't seem to mind. She opens her eyes to casually look at Rude as he makes his way over.
The noise causes Steve to stop and look up at the man, he gives a friendly sort of smile, though it's a little lacking in enthusiasm.] Feel free.
Action; very okay!
The noise causes Steve to stop and look up at the man, he gives a friendly sort of smile, though it's a little lacking in enthusiasm.] Feel free.