"Yeah, my feelings exactly," Nick said to the girl next to him, also sinking down into his chair. He wasn't a fighter. He didn't want to fight anyone.
Hopefully it was true, and there was just asking. Not demanding. He scratched the side of his muzzle, nervously. He looked ferocious, sure, but he didn't have a mean bone in his body. He couldn't fight people, even if those people were wrong.
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Lil and Nick
Date: 2017-10-08 03:52 pm (UTC)Hopefully it was true, and there was just asking. Not demanding. He scratched the side of his muzzle, nervously. He looked ferocious, sure, but he didn't have a mean bone in his body. He couldn't fight people, even if those people were wrong.