Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[College Grounds]

"Actually, after all this time of us being schoolmates, I only just noticed them." Ray said. "I don't really relate with anyone, heck, this is the most social interaction I've ever had." He admitted.

"Maybe if ya' weren't such a freak." Prowl suggested rhetorically.

"Maybe I can't help it." Ray shot back, the grin never leaving his face.

"Then maybe ya' ought to!" Prowl said.

"Maybe I don't want to! If no one wants to associate with me for who I am, then I'd rather not associate myself with them either." Ray stated harshly.

"Oh COME ON, look at you! You're just some other teenager who thinks its cool to be non-conformist! You're nothin' but a punk influenced by anarchy!" Prowl pointed out sharply.

Ray grit his teeth as he grinned. He hated to admit it... but Prowler was dead on. "Or I could just really be anarchistic."

"There is no or Ray." Prowl crossed his arms. "Get off your high horse and TRY to fit in."

"I did. It didn't work." Ray replied dully.