FIRM BUT SUPPLE TIGHT EMBRACE ☆ MEETING 12/22

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The sparkledoggo trotted into the meeting, weaving between gaps in the crowd and squeezing into a spot. Being a canine in a group dominated by bigass hybrids, a dinosaur or two, and big kitties occasionally meant worrying about being on eye level with someone’s asshole. Thankfully, he avoided that eww conundrum in this meeting by carefully plotting his route to the front.

“Congrats, you lot! You’ll do great, Drift!” Quasar barked. His green and pink tails weaved together as he eyed Sherbert. How an ice cream man would mentor a dinosaur… delicious results? Hilarious shenanigans? He could only hope. “Teach her well, Sherb-a-derb.”

After his little congratulations, the vaporwave explosion looked back at Rhine. Centurion or Keeper, eh? The apprentice hadn’t considered he’d have to choose something like this until after his mentorship ceremony at the least, and probably several months after he proved the capability to not fuck up shit by bizzare Quasar-luck-of-the-draw. Even so, it only took a half-minute to decide. “Centurion. Thanks, Dadorito, won’t let you down.”

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