this is gross hh//

It wasn't everyday you saw a puppy (or was he a kitten?) riding all around the swamp on a big wheel that was set on fire. But that was a thing that was indeed very much happening at this exact moment in time. Right now, This was happening. Was this legal? Probably not. But there Lancer was regardless, churning up the mud in his wake and laughing up a storm. By now it was possible that multiple someones were watching him. He wasn't the quietest kid around, Or the most aware. What had been a wild joyride turned sour all too quick when the fat child swerved around a tree. A wheel had caught on a large tree root, flipping the bike and launching Lancer face first into the mud with a gross plop. As quickly as he fell in, he emerged from the ground with a triumphant "HO HO HO!" He was muddy and happy. That was for sure.

Royal cringed internally as he heard a loud "ho ho ho" and made his way over to the source of the sound. "Would thee worms keepeth t down? " The borzoi snapped before finding a clanmate he had yet to meet and... A muddy child. He scrunched his face up and stared at Lancer before looking at his bike, eyes narrowing. What an odd mode of transportation...

He was certainly startled by Kiira's sudden appearance. It wasn't often someone nearly teleported right on top of you, but it was neat. Wiggling himself out of the mud, the once clean child beamed back at the girl. "Iiiiiiiii'm--" The fat boy struck a pose, making him look more goofy than cool, as he intended. "The raddest guy around! LANCER!!" His curled tail wagged wildly as he introduced himself. He didn't really have much "business" with Tanglewood, so he had opted to ignore the question in favor of turning his focus onto a rather upset male. Lancer cackled. "You talk funny."