Claws are fine. He has stupid, coated, special 12,090 AD leather pants. Somehow, they are pin-prick resistant.
Val here only long enough to trap D in the seat with a cat. Now he can't go anywhere because who would move a sweet cat...? He offers the feline a few strokes, then he leaves it be as if politely giving it personal space despite having none of his own.
His attention lifts to Gray, and he peers at her from beneath his lashes momentarily before glancing at Dokja. He has always tried to take care of every cyborg horse he's had, but... sometimes... in his line of work at home...
Anyhow, he never considered naming them because of attachment issues, but maybe that is where he had unintentionally been mean.]
I don't mind, but you may want to see it before giving it thought.
[A nightmarish, Lovecraftian horse named (looks at the names of all of the animals here) Sunrise.]
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[Will he even drink this? Stay tuned.
Claws are fine. He has stupid, coated, special 12,090 AD leather pants. Somehow, they are pin-prick resistant.
Val here only long enough to trap D in the seat with a cat. Now he can't go anywhere because who would move a sweet cat...? He offers the feline a few strokes, then he leaves it be as if politely giving it personal space despite having none of his own.
His attention lifts to Gray, and he peers at her from beneath his lashes momentarily before glancing at Dokja. He has always tried to take care of every cyborg horse he's had, but... sometimes... in his line of work at home...
Anyhow, he never considered naming them because of attachment issues, but maybe that is where he had unintentionally been mean.]
I don't mind, but you may want to see it before giving it thought.
[A nightmarish, Lovecraftian horse named (looks at the names of all of the animals here) Sunrise.]