[center][color=silver]Burberry steps foot on the sidewalk across them, and as he starts walking towards the pair, he reassessed the notion that a dog would bring him back to life and send him [i]here[/i], whereever [i]here[/i] is. It would help if he could still sense mana, but spilt milk and all.

A bystander had his phone out, taking a picture of the white dog. Burberry approached from the side-- The peculiar hand device was a little perplexing. "[color=gold]Would you say that dog is a magical dog?[/color]" Spoken in an entirely different language, but somehow the intention just cuts through.
The bystander was startled, almost succumbing his uncased phone to the fate of hard concrete, but held on and responded. "[color=white]Well, of course! All dogs are magical.[/color]"
"[color=gold]Away with you.[/color]" In his most unamused face, brushing the bystander off. He grumbled and walked a few steps aside, while Burberry sat on the side of the nearest concrete planter box, admiring the noisy concrete jungle view. Legs crossed, arms crossed. It would make perfect sense if this is the afterlife, but it's nothing like he imagined.[/color][/center]