a nice warm bowl of mac and ghoulda

A peel of laughter left Ghoul. It felt absolutely amazing to be care free for a moment. To forget about all the bullshit, all the pain, all the stuff that kept his chest feeling tight all the time. Watching the tar fly past Mac and Mac bounding in response, Ghoul smiled wide. Wider than he had in a longtime, he picks up another glob of tar. The semi-liquid is warm and sticky in his paw as it begins to cover his leg. Quickly flinging it at his brother again, his grin turned mischievous. Before Mac had a chance to recover, Ghoul picked up another pile and flung it again. “You can’t dodge all of them!” He laughed as he threw yet another tar pie-ball at Mac in good fun.

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