you got mail! // palm glades invite

[METEOR]

The vaporwave mess of a canine flew through the air. Well, that was a generous way of putting it. His body flailed about, bouncing up high to the wispy desert clouds, and then back down to the… snowy desert. He did this in cycles, his paws flailing and his three colorful tails weaving together, as he made his way steadily through the blizzardstruck desert wasteland, on the search for anyone sentient to notify.

“HEY, PITTIANS! YOU GOT A MESSAGE—RATHER, AN INVITE, YOU KNOW, TO BE MORE PRECISE!” he howled, his voice oscillating between normal and a shrieking high pitch as his wingless flight took him up and down, up and down, his body rolling around through the air like a baby’s first football throw.

Abruptly, he dropped like a stone onto a pile of snow. Groaning and rubbing the stuff off him, he grumbled to himself. “Goddammit, where’d all this shit come from? I thought this was going to be a nice toasty break from wintertime! What’re deserts for if they’re not all hot!” He huffed, straightened up, and looked for anyone in the distance.

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