they're my pups, but i'll share
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01-31-2024, 08:47 PM
The pups were here. He was just as much excited as he was nervous. Whenever he was feeling unsure of his emotions, he sought out his brother, Mac. To Ghoul, Mac was more than a brother. Mac was his best friend. There was no life without that goofy taxidermist, truly. And now that the pups were okay to be left alone with just himself for a moment so Cricket could get some air, Ghoul called for his brother. As quiet as he could, but still be heard, he peered out from the den Cricket had made in the willows to search for Mac. "Mac! Come meet your nieces and nephew!" Ghoul calls out again, hoping his brother heard him. Pulling back in, he goes to curl up around the rustling potatoes as they begin to squeal and complain from the cold draft pulling in from underground. |
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
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