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woofjock : newsflash; scott probably mistook Robert for another werewolf because of the scent of alcohol mixed with body scent kJNFG
robert being mistaken for a werewolf by an actual werewolf? I guess that this is a confirmation that he actually is secretly a werewolf.
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@woofjock inquired: " Miranda !? --- " Scott hollers at her, running at an ungodly speed. Both hands and feet are on the ground there he jolts towards her, panting like a dog in search for a rib-eye. He's quick. Way too quick. Even quicker when he throws himself BEHIND her, curling up in FEAR of the MISTAKE he has done. " SAVE ME! I ACCIDENTALLY ATE LIAM'S HOMEWORK. HE IS GOING TO KILL ME DEAD. " 𝔘𝔫𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔡 - Always Accepting
----- Prrrpp?!
For a sharp moment, all Miranda can do is brace herself for impact, tail kicked back as her body tenses to be barrelled over or to witness the carnage that had Scott so frightened. Thought gives way to practiced instinct to keep alive -- and then Scott is huddled behind Miranda, the squeak of shoes clear on the tile floor, making her fins briefly tense. As if Miri’s tiny frame would hide any of Scott, a furry jock boulder behind a particularly frail pink aspen.
Blink blink! Her tail twitches and curls, the tall paddle doing its best to shield him. Caught somewhere between protectiveness and the kind of humor that’s coated in relief that whatever was coming was not as bad as dreaded prior. Her head turns and tilts, looking down at Scott, her curtain of hair swishing behind her as she glances over her shoulder, the flare of her fins contrasted against the red.
“Scott -- !!” Her words strum surprised and a little scolding, but not upset, pushing her tail closer, broad scales smooth and polished as it curls against him, making her head switch directions and look at him over the other shoulder, making it easier on her spine. “Where is Liam?? I assure you I won’t let him kill you, dead or otherwise, but what homework did you eat to make him want to do so??”
penny for your thoughts?
@zgords @woofjock
THE FUCKING HEIGHTS MATCH UP PERFECTLY
" Hehe ! My name isn't Big Guy, it's Scott ! Did you forget that already? Big Guy was a student here LAST year, duh ! " Like that stops him from waggling his tail, he's just excited to be around his pals. " Speaking of guys, do you wanna go grab some ribs with me ? I'm starving ! I want ribs ! Loads of them ! Oh ! We could even have an eating competition, if you'd be up for it ! "
❝ ah sorry my mistake, scott. ❞
He laughed softly, and stuck his hands into his pockets. he wasn’t sure how guys and ribs connected ( unless in the course of cannibalism aka his diet ), but he’d roll with it. if it meant he got food out of it, he’d roll with anything scott said.
❝ you’re on, scott. rib eating contest sounds fun. ❞
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" Damien ! Damien ! Damien ! " His voice rings out through the open school yard, the werewolf on all fours and half-turned as he runs up to the demon. Stress coats his voice and the second he reaches him, Scott dives behind him. " THE PACK AND I DID SOMETHING STUPID. WE WERE PLAYING WITH FIRECRACKERS. HOW DO YOU MAKE FIRE GO ELSEWHERE? IT DIDN'T MOVE WHEN I ASKED IT POLITELY! YOU'RE THE FIREMASTER, DAMIEN!"
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As soon as he saw the werewolf charging at him, he braced himself for impact. Gladly all Scott did was hide behind Damien, like a pup that had chewed apart the wrong kinda shoes. With a blink, Damien listened intently, only to hear the sound of firecrackers, howling wolves and then the familiar sound of flames going out of control.
“Heh, That’s not how it works, Scott. Fire doesn’t do what anyone tells it. Fire is pure fucking chaos, it does whatever it wants! So all you can do is lean back and appreciate the chaos.”
He motioned to the growing fire in the distance. Heh, the gym was on fire. Classic. “You know, for an Amateur-Arsonist, this sure isn’t bad. I give it a 5/10.”
" Daddy??? Brian !? Are you a --" Look at the excitement in his eyes. " -- are you a dad now !?!"
“Oh for fuck’s sake– Hoss. NO. I am not a fuckin’ Dad – n’ that ain’t what they were gettin’ at either. Do I LOOK like I have some snot nosed brat hanging off of me?”
rumor has it that jak's a little on the furry fucking side
CURSED RUMORS / ACCEPTING.
❝ oh, DEFINITELY, dude !! i mean, why wouldn’t i be ?? i like fuzzy, soft, warm, and cute things, especially when they’re all big and buff and STRONG and just … cute and perfect in every way and REALLY good at sports and like pizza and playing pranks and just – FUCK, dude. they’re great. furry things are great. i LOVE fur. sue me, i’ll kick your ASS in court. also yeah, i got a fursona. duh.❞
