the leonberger turned with a stumble at the sudden chime from behind. he shook his bulky head and refocused his gaze on the smaller figure before him. who the hell was this, and what in tarnation was the typhoon? brad's chestnut optics furrowed as his mind reviewed the questions goldenluxary proposed to him. she seemed to be quite nosy, and the drunk canine didn't know how to react. before he could open his mouth to speak towards the feline, a demonic-looking creature crashed into the sand a few feet from where he stood. jesus christ! what was with the surprises today? "oi fuck, that's gotta hurt", the male said with an uncharacteristic giggle that was followed by a rude hiccup. his nose wrinkled at his breath, after all there was nothing quite like the stench of cheap liquor and tobacco. the winged creature began to speak, alerting him that his opponent was not as metaphysical as he presumed. the canine cocked an eyebrow at caesar, and said, "well course it is, look at 'em!". his vision corrected as he looked back at the concrete structure, jaw gaping as he realized it wasn't remotely alive.
growing more embarrassed as more people approached with similar concerns, brad felt his face grow hot as the spotlight focused on him. "nah, nah! not that fuckin' wall- it was some shithead that ran off, total pansy! y'all can thank me later though!", he explained with a shit-eating grin and tasteful wink, gleaming with hazy confidence. the drunk canine's smile melted into a smirk as he took a step forward, fumbling over his own large paws. walking certainly was hard whilst wasted. "anyways, the name's brad williams- and i don't know what the fresh hell a typhoon. would, ah, anyone care to explain that?", the dark brown creature added, returning to the first creatures previous questions. the male could only hope they were one of those wacky groups, because he couldn't keep roaming around like this, especially with his father looking for him. the only thing the boy feared was his old man, and he would need a support system to protect him if he was found. with a hopeful yet dazed expression, the canine took a blurry glance at the animals before him as he awaited some sort of answer.
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growing more embarrassed as more people approached with similar concerns, brad felt his face grow hot as the spotlight focused on him. "nah, nah! not that fuckin' wall- it was some shithead that ran off, total pansy! y'all can thank me later though!", he explained with a shit-eating grin and tasteful wink, gleaming with hazy confidence. the drunk canine's smile melted into a smirk as he took a step forward, fumbling over his own large paws. walking certainly was hard whilst wasted. "anyways, the name's brad williams- and i don't know what the fresh hell a typhoon. would, ah, anyone care to explain that?", the dark brown creature added, returning to the first creatures previous questions. the male could only hope they were one of those wacky groups, because he couldn't keep roaming around like this, especially with his father looking for him. the only thing the boy feared was his old man, and he would need a support system to protect him if he was found. with a hopeful yet dazed expression, the canine took a blurry glance at the animals before him as he awaited some sort of answer.
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