nunchuckpanther:
Panthro was old, not senile. He rose a brow and pursed his lips; a look that clearly said ‘you’re lucky you are adorable and clever’. “What sort of heart to heart would this be?” He asked with his arms folded.
“Aww, loosen up a bit, you might break in half if you keep being so stiff.” Slippy merely smiled back, as usual, undeterred by the scruff expression.
“It would just be some friendly conversation, maybe some advice here and there, a lot of snacks to go around, that kind of stuff!”




















