Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Alley near the Copy House]

Prowler grabbed and lifted Ray by the back of his collar, leaped out of the dumpster, then dropped Ray again, dusting bits of garbage off himself. Ray almost lost his balance when he landed on his feet, but his tie darted backward and extended toward the ground, pushing him back on balance. Prowler raised a brow at the curious tie. "The heck's that thing? Its saturated in the same kinda power I use."

Ray cautiously pet the tie, then became more affectionate with it. "I think we're already connecting... I'm getting bits of your power. But you're kind of unstable, so I got it in a different way."

"Connecting!?" Prowl repeated exasperatedly. "We ain't connecting, I hate your guts!"

"Then we're connected by your hate." Ray said simply before noticing Erimis soaring nearby. His jaw dropped. "WOOHOO!! Erimis is flying, like his Fursona!"

Prowl casually flicked Ray behind the head, the force made him hit the ground face first. "Hatechu." He said simply.

Ray got up and cheered again. "Geezus, ouch!"