11-15-2008, 02:47 PM
"Well, Prowl, I must say you look quite horrible," Nothus remarked, noticing how hungry Prowl looked as they followed Mika to her apartment building. "You're like a zombie; it's actually freaking me out! Now that's something."
"Nothus, Prowl looks just fine to me," Erimis said with a serious face. "You always tend to pick out the negatives of people, Fursona or not." He gave up on scolding Nothus and turned his attention to Mika instead. He quickened his pace to walk next to her, leaving Nothus and Prowl following behind. "So, what are you going to prepare for us, Chef Mika?" he asked in a playful manner.
"Nothus, Prowl looks just fine to me," Erimis said with a serious face. "You always tend to pick out the negatives of people, Fursona or not." He gave up on scolding Nothus and turned his attention to Mika instead. He quickened his pace to walk next to her, leaving Nothus and Prowl following behind. "So, what are you going to prepare for us, Chef Mika?" he asked in a playful manner.
~Death is Sweet. Embrace it.~
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