in the Market for a friend
03-26-2023, 12:13 AM
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He scrunched his face at the mention of them not being allowed into the bar. Man, no matter where you went older pack members were so lame. They'd probably be allowed in when they turned two. What was the difference? "You said they make custom pieces? How long does that take?" He hadn't even considered something custom as an option, but what were the chances they could whip something up within the span of a day or so? It wasn't something he'd get his heart set on just in case, though that avenue definitely sounded much more exciting and sparked a wide array of new ideas for gifts in his noggin.
"I'm sorry, did you just say your... your dad killed... that?" He motioned towards the pelt of the grizzly with horror sprawled across his face. "He uh.. He had help, right?" Surely he had to of.. Surely. And her cousin killed a whole leopard? What were they feeding the wolves of Armada?
”Speech” ’Thought’
Start carvin' darlin'
"I'm sorry, did you just say your... your dad killed... that?" He motioned towards the pelt of the grizzly with horror sprawled across his face. "He uh.. He had help, right?" Surely he had to of.. Surely. And her cousin killed a whole leopard? What were they feeding the wolves of Armada?
”Speech” ’Thought’
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