Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Mika's Room]

"I would, I know I would..." Prowl said softly, thinking deeply to himself as Mika dried and brushed his fur. It didn't hurt or snag because she was gentle with him, and he appreciated that. "If only he were a lot... I dunno, nicer? He's a jerk. I mean, normally Creators and Fursona would either be a little scared of each other, or curious, or already happy to meet up... but the moment I got here, I hated his guts. I can't explain why, I just do. I'm trying not to hate him so much, really..."

Prowl lifted his head and faced Mizuki. He closed his legs self-consciously, what with only the towel covering him. "Hey Mizu!" He greeted her cheerily, despite the slight embarrassment. He was outgoing that way.

His cheeks flushed red a little underneath his fur and he rubbed the back of his head. "Haha, they're a little fit- but they'll do! Thanks! Uh- Ya' sure ya' don't mind me wearin' these without... underwear?" He asked, a little self-conscious around the females. "I mean, they're a really nice pair of pants, but then again, I already took a shower, so I won't get them all musky or anything!" He laughed lightly.