09-23-2020, 01:13 AM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
Attracted by his father's voice, the coyote pup dashed towards those gathered. He recognized a grand total of... one. His aunt, Roxanne, who he greeted with a headbutt to the shoulder. After greeting her, he trotted up to his father's table, head held high in the air.
He would lift up on hind paws, setting his front paws on the table and looking his father in the eyes the best he could. "Hello sir! I am indeed an adult and would absolutely adore a mixed drink!" he would crow in a false posh accent, nodding with intent. He would plaster a wide smile on his face, clearly trying to be as convincing as he could.
He would lift up on hind paws, setting his front paws on the table and looking his father in the eyes the best he could. "Hello sir! I am indeed an adult and would absolutely adore a mixed drink!" he would crow in a false posh accent, nodding with intent. He would plaster a wide smile on his face, clearly trying to be as convincing as he could.