Play to the beat of the drum ;; gift basket making

At the prospect of the baskets going to other groups, his ears temporarily pressed against the back of his head. Well, that was disappointing. Perhaps they could reconvene another time. Thankfully for Bakari, things changed though. The stranger would make him a custom basket... and for what? His kindness? Well, love and care really did get someone somewhere, didn't it? The cheetah's previous expression faded, instead coming up with a toothy grin in response. "Why, thank you," he mused.

What did he want though? Well, he did not get that far. The cheetah did not pause to think about it and instead blurted out the first thing that come to mind. "Mmmm, how about rainbow?" Was he asking too much? Probably. Did he give a shit though? Not really. "Would match my mohawk any day, you know." A paw reached back to fiddle with the front of his bleached and dyed hair, showing it off to the other gladly. "Perhaps, in trade, I could dye your fur." The paw moved down from his head and pointed out at the other excitedly. That steele mane could use some spicing up, especially against Night of No Star's jet black fur.

Oh bugger. He did not introduce himself. What a silly fool. "Night of No Stars, ain't that original," came his genuine comment. "My name is Bakari. Ain't as cool as yours."