09-28-2018, 01:21 AM
It must be a trend here, to sit in Barracuda Bay looking awful. First it had been Luca, weeping in public and melting on the spot. It was an atrocity to watch and difficult for the male to even consider attempting to hide is disgust at the male's goop, dressing and clinging to the ground he walked on. It made his own feet feel prickly and sticky. Now it is Victor, the sled dog who didn't always seem to fit in within The Typhoon. There were all sorts of strange and ridiculous creatures that inhabited their island, ranging from domestic felines to dragons and dinosaurs, but there was something about a sled dog that felt off. Maybe it was because The Typhoon didn't look like a place that would fit all that fur. And now here he was, sitting there and shedding all that white fur. "Are ya goin' to pick all that fur up afterwards?" Bakugou asks, twitching an ear. God, they need some kind of littering policy. The reaver paws at a bundle of fur, placing a paw and lighting it on fire. Hm, flammable.
[ ooc ] rusheddd
[ ooc ] rusheddd