Quasar grumbled under his breath through the announcements, ignoring the stuff he agreed with and choosing to hate on the negatives. Trusting Stryker? Fuck that noise, he wanted to tear that horny freak a new asshole. He bit his lips, licked them, and hated how the promise of food—one he didn’t even believe would happen!—caused him to salivate.
His yellow ears pinned against his head, and he sighed. His three tails wrapped around his body and paws, twitching and flicking. Quasar hated staying still, and he couldn’t think like this. While he grumbled, he stood up, shook out his fur, and got up to leave.
Only then did he realize Vaas hadn’t decided on senior warrior, like Quasar’d expected. He stopped, brows furrowing, in his tracks, and looked to Vaas. Little pops traversed his fur, and the vaporwave mess literally turned into a puffball from static electricity. Flashes zapped on the ends of his tails and ears, and the sparkledoggo whined.
“Wait… Vaas… does this mean you’re not my mentor anymore?” He gnashed his teeth, blue eyes flying wide, and his tails stood straight in the air. “Wait. No! I don’t want to learn medicine! It’s so boring, no! Noooooooo!”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are