Just A Son Of A Gun - Open, pet snake

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ three eyed crow

The crow swooped down, awoken from vis nap by the little commotion down amongst the sand. Ve attempted to land between Dante’s wings. Why? Because Dante was the tallest one here, of course!

“Good job, kiddo. With fuckers like Dante, you gotta set boundaries real fast,” Vale said. The crow bobbed vis head as ve spoke. The three eyes blinked all out of sync, but the bird huffed, thwacked vemself in the head, and the eyes synced together again. “Like when he called me that atrocious nickname in the meeting, hehe, and I turned into that beautiful crab! Sometimes shit like that’s the only way dipshits learn to respect what your no, no, that’s unforgivable, is!”

Chuckling and cawing, the crow attempted to tap Dante’s dorsal fin with a wingtip. “Don’t worry, Dante, my man, you’re still a good friend. Just a little thick skulled about these ittle wittle things like boundaries and respect. But that’s why he’s the best situational friend I’ll ever have, hahaha!”

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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