[Havoc]

(OOC: I'm gonna use a new RP style. Novel style.)

Charger rose from his seat, walking up to the door. He glanced at Kix for a moment.

'Kix,' he said on a sarcastic tone. 'Arthur is not a good pilot...'

He walked up to Art, looking at him with a daring stare. He was just inches from Art's face when he made a long sniff of air.

'And by the smell of it, Art is just as surprised as we are that we are still in one piece.'

He breezed in Art's face, clearing his nose of Art's fear scent. Ugh...

'You never flew a plane before...' he said daringly, his look warning him not to lie. 'Did you?'

Without realy waiting for an answer he backed away and continued over to the door, hearing Drakko mumble a slight 'Oh Dear...'. Charger looked out the window, seeing the dark figure and what appeared to be two body guards.
He padded Drakko on the back, not to soft.

'Friends of yours?'