07-31-2019, 07:51 PM
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Crow would be lying if he said he was not tempted to pull a classic "ding dong ditch" and hightail out of there when he heard the telltale sounds of movement from behind the door. He half expected Leroy to be pissed for his sudden intrusion at such odd hours of the day, and he unwittingly held his breath when the hound made an appearance. It was obvious he had just awoken from a slumber, his fur was unkempt, eyes glassy from sleep, and Crow, to be frank, felt bad for waking him up in the first place. "S-should I come back later?" he asked in a meek voice, then shook his head dismissively to his own question. He was being invited in. Obviously his company wasn't entirely unwanted.
"Yeah, uh... I'd rather not get my fur wet," the tabby mumbled as he took a glance behind him into the gloomy world of outside. He could taste the rain on his tongue as he gaped his jaw to get a better whiff of the damp atmosphere that had fallen over the town, more damp than the typical clammy breeze that blew from the beach.
"Sorry this is sudden," he began again as he accepted Leroy's offer to come inside and quickly seating himself on the floor to rest his paws weary from hours of walking. "I'm just kinda pissed off, an' I wanted to complain to someone that wasn't Selby for once, because it's immature of me to do so, an' he always hears my shit... I mean, he should be the one complainin' to me!" A forepaw waved about in feeble gesture as he inadvertently began to ramble incessantly.
"Beck is a fuckin' dumbass. What in the hell possesses someone to go through the trouble of choppin' off someone's crusty, old head? Did you see it? It ain't cool at all, not to mention gross, an' here's the best part: it was Goldie's head. She was.. weirdly calm about it. What if she's actually really, really mad? I hear ladies don't wanna tell you when they're mad..."
Crow would be lying if he said he was not tempted to pull a classic "ding dong ditch" and hightail out of there when he heard the telltale sounds of movement from behind the door. He half expected Leroy to be pissed for his sudden intrusion at such odd hours of the day, and he unwittingly held his breath when the hound made an appearance. It was obvious he had just awoken from a slumber, his fur was unkempt, eyes glassy from sleep, and Crow, to be frank, felt bad for waking him up in the first place. "S-should I come back later?" he asked in a meek voice, then shook his head dismissively to his own question. He was being invited in. Obviously his company wasn't entirely unwanted.
"Yeah, uh... I'd rather not get my fur wet," the tabby mumbled as he took a glance behind him into the gloomy world of outside. He could taste the rain on his tongue as he gaped his jaw to get a better whiff of the damp atmosphere that had fallen over the town, more damp than the typical clammy breeze that blew from the beach.
"Sorry this is sudden," he began again as he accepted Leroy's offer to come inside and quickly seating himself on the floor to rest his paws weary from hours of walking. "I'm just kinda pissed off, an' I wanted to complain to someone that wasn't Selby for once, because it's immature of me to do so, an' he always hears my shit... I mean, he should be the one complainin' to me!" A forepaw waved about in feeble gesture as he inadvertently began to ramble incessantly.
"Beck is a fuckin' dumbass. What in the hell possesses someone to go through the trouble of choppin' off someone's crusty, old head? Did you see it? It ain't cool at all, not to mention gross, an' here's the best part: it was Goldie's head. She was.. weirdly calm about it. What if she's actually really, really mad? I hear ladies don't wanna tell you when they're mad..."