Zangooses are lazy

Ezio was laying under the tree near the lake, his feet touching the water. It was surprisingly quiet, He looked around for a bit and leaned back, looking at a few leaves falling from the tree before he closed his eyes with a smile on his face "Finally some rest"

A clever serpent slipped through the tall grass, muttering to himself about deals. Crowley had a basket hooped around his tail, below the blade, and his Black Glasses sat low on his snout, concealing his discoloured eyes but managing to look d*mn stylish all the same. 'Bloody pillocks,' he grumbled, swinging the basket back and forth, half-concealed in the grass and not paying attention around him.

Ezio's ear twitched as he heard something in the grass behind him. The orange Zangoose got on all fours and sneaked through the grass to see if any danger was near

Crowley flicked his tongue out periodically to taste the air, looking for wind speed and hints of changing weather. What he sensed instead was a warm body, charged with a spiciness he knew and dreaded. He came to a pause before he stuck his head above the grassline, strangely yellow eyes darting about suspiciously underneath the fashionable shades. Subconsciously, he drew his cargo closer to his centre.

((Apologies for taking so long, but school finally got out, so I'm free for the summer!!! Yay!!!))