#bornthisxway

"You’re coming last out of a twelve person race. Only two of the twelve players are actual people. I think that says a lot about your Mario Karting ability. But, good on you for your can do attitude."

"Dude, play it cool… relax." Drevyn’s hands rested on the wheel of the stolen vehicle. "But… you might wanna take one for the team and hide the balaclavas, crowbar and lockpicks… and the other small tools that I threw into the car after I jacked it." He turned around when he saw the police man approaching. This could either go very well or end very badly. He wasn’t hoping for the latter.

he eventually drew to a hold and turned to face her, to see her struggling behind still. He looked to his own front paws before continuing.

She lent into his touch and smiled as his fingers played with her blue hair. “It’s gross and I really need to touch up the roots because bleh.” She would have used an actual word but she’d pretty much just got woken up by the giant and pixie at her feet, them in turn also waking up the guitarist. “I was thinking of being blue for the wedding. What do you thin?”

In an extremely upset fit, Kat stormed out of his house, stupidly drove back to her fiance’s and slammed at the door, barely able to keep herself together.

"Hey ba…by, mi-iss me?" Saying those few short words was a struggle and he pushed Emilie aside so he could make his way into the house and into the bed.

"The day in the life…" The alpha sighed through laboured breaths. "But, we gotta do what we gotta do." It took him a while to come to the realisation that Dante wasn’t talking about the person he’d just killed, but the injury that person had given him while fighting for their life. "Huh, would you look at that. Motherfucker stabbed me."