Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"You're a hybrid, but you ain't a freak." Prowl stated, placing his paws on Nothus' shoulders. "There are Chimera-Furs out there WAY more far-out lookin' than you do. Heck, lookin' good!" He said cheerily, giving the hybrid a thumbs-up. He looked down on his own shirt from the copy house, red, and tight ('Sandy' is a lot more slender than he is) enough to emphasize his muscular physique, his pectorals and six-pack stood out for the world to see... if only those college girls could see him. He notices the tag that read 'Sandy Dharke' above his right chest and quickly rips it off, pocketing it. He didn't mind that it made a small hole.

"Your Creator's a genius," He said, "What I wouldn't give to have a different creator..." He looked at Ray and immediately seemed ticked off.

The teenager in question, was in front of Mika. He was bent over, face right in front of her breasts. "Intriguing. You have breasts."

"BASTARD!!" Prowl growled humorously and lunged for Ray, tackling him down on the ground. He made a fist and ground his knuckle against Ray's forehead. "SAY UNCLE!"

"AHH!! HOLY- OW!! OWWW!! YAAAHH!!" Ray squirmed, it looked hellishly funny to those who couldn't see a 6'5 bipedal coyote giving him a forehead noogie.

"Say uncle!" Prowl commanded, grinning, almost as if he had seen way too many bondage films.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Ray yelled, his eternal grin never leaving his face, he was laughing.

Prowl got up. "There, now don't do shit like that again!" He scolded as Ray got up and rubbed his forehead, snickering.

"Nothing to see here folks, I just had a mild seizure!" Ray called at the other college students that had been staring at him.