Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Copy House]

"Hey Eri." Sandy giggled at him when he told her who he was. Her eyes narrowed at the downed teen when Erimis said he was their Creator. She grit her teeth to calm herself. "Excuse me." She excused herself and stormed to the back.

Ray plugged his bleeding nostrils up with some twisted bits of Kleenex he produced from a pack in his pocket. "I'mb fine. Where'd dad dirl do?" He asked stuffily.

"Ya lookin' for me, jackass?" A gruffer male voice said from behind the counter. It was prowl. He wore the same red shirt Sandy did as her uniform, as well as her shorts. The uniform was a lot tighter though, fitted against his well-built physique and emphasizing his his rock hard abdominal and pectoral muscles. The tag over his left chest still read 'Sandy Dharke'.

To everyone else, he appeared to be a painfully handsome good looking man in his mid 20s with an unnaturally high atmosphere of charm and sex appeal. To Fursonas and Personas, he was also a bipedal Coyote with a fierce glare.

"My friend said the punk that made us was lookin' for me." Prowl added, baring his sharp, white fangs.