11-19-2008, 02:41 PM
"Hm?" Ray asked, chewing his food. "Aw don't worry about ol' yotie. He's a tough guy, I'm sure he's... just fine." He lied to himself, knowing full well how Prowl felt. It hurt inside, but he knew Prowl wouldn't talk to him normally. He needed someone to help him talk to his fursona, he couldn't bear to see Prowl that down, neither can he bear feeling Prowl's pain. The creepy grin played across his lips nice and wide.
Prowl snuffed and wrinkled his nose, wiping it on the back of his paw. What was he doing here?
Prowl snuffed and wrinkled his nose, wiping it on the back of his paw. What was he doing here?
"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"