Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Room]

"Well, yeah. But I so hate it when the character gets a power befitting his name, as if the parents knew their kid could use the shadows to incarcerate people before the character was born! Hmm. Maybe he was born with that power. I never focused on his birth..." Ray said, mostly to himself. "But yeah, my creativity manifests itself in a different manner. Sometimes with characters, sometimes in what they do. But I'm really not that creative. I just like to use... unorthodox methods." He added.

[Bathroom]

"Heh... really? You think so?" Prowl asked lightly, then flattened his ears down against his skull. "Cuz I'd do anything to be someone else's Fursona... the you and Mizu're really close? I wish I had that. I wish Raymond cared for me like another living thing..." The coyote sighed, then growled softly, contently. "Mika, you've got great hands... I can't thank you enough for doing this for me." He told her, feeling his troubles melt away like the dust she cleaned off him.