GLORY AND GORE | pumpkins

i'm the treasure

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holidays were typically something the dog watched from afar. just as his duties had called before kydobi's claim on the lad, august's nose was sent out to ensure everything was in tiptop shape. food was not expired or old. anything stale was thrown their way and sometimes, if he was paired with someone sympathetic enough, would be thrown a stray piece of good food. though lately he had been able to forget about all of those things. he got to eat food without even asking or sneaking it around. he didn't have to work for anything anymore...

coming up on the pumpkins, he recognized them from last year. he didn't really have much involvement in autumn with pumpkins, as anyone could tell when they were ready to be disposed of. nothing hid their rotting whatsoever.

he lifted a small white paw onto one about twice his size, pressing down onto it to make sure it was nice and strong. okay... it was alright. nothing gross on it save for a few lumps.

he heard vox say something about carving, his ears folding back as he looked at his pumpkin once more. okay. maybe his ego got a bit too big here...

i'm the prize