NERO sighed under his breath, muffled by the facemask he wore, before subtly slouching— followed with him squatting. He could smell various scents in the air, one thing that was special about him. Although he hated the fact he could smell people 10 meters away from him or more, it's like his a dog.

He hates dogs. Dog's are troublesome.

Turning around, he was surprised to see you of all people, "You..?" He spoke in an almost high pitched tone. ALMOST.

“.. though.. i doubt fluffy-looking crocs and pajamas mesh well." He snorted seeing your evening wear tonight when he gave you a once-over with his turquoise coloured pupils. "Is that the trend nowadays?" He raved. God, he needs to get over himself.