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He wants him to notice the shirt.
He's trying to leave to go on a run- but Ronnie
INSISTS
on being noticed. He will stick like glue to that kangaroo until he says something about it. He's gonna trail Rost like a bad smell until he's vindicated.
"look" his eyes seem to say
Come take my heart, my soul, my love, my life.
Hold me tight babe. Take me to the world inside your eyes.
Something personal while I work on backlog.
personal art to keep me motivated.
An old Raccoon man. Neutral- and gardening.
This Pine Marten's name is Roth.
The Raccoon is at work. It's a nice day outside.
Why waste it.
"So I get my gun back- I point it at the guy and he goes "what are you gonna do, blast me?" So I blast him! and his flarkin dummy partner is standing there dumbfounded, and HE says "oh you'd better not blast me. rat boy" So I blasted HIM TOO, then... hey?.. you listening to me??"
"Sup, pledge."
Rost has a lot of little nicknames he calls Ronnie.
He has a new favorite.
It's easy to overwhelm people when you're his size. He knows how big he is.
He likes how big he is.
Neither of them have ever used a train.
They're from a city where everyone just drives cars- so coming here? they're a bit lost.
The Raccoon... thinks? they're where they need to be? He's being nervous. The skunk isn't too worried.
They're fine wherever they're together.