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Glad you like him! These guys have an extra-fun dynamic, hee  ;D  Sounds good, though; up to you if you'd like to make one last post or just go ahead and archive!

Driftwood nods his head incessantly like an out of control puppet on too-loose a string, or an emphatically gesticulating bird rocking out on its branch. Yes, yes, of course milady, whatever you wish... Driftwood doesn't say the obsequious words aloud however so that means he's not groveling overmuch, right...right?!

Drift's larger and more spadelike paws obediently and speedily, if somewhat clumsily, scrape away at the earth as little Reed directs. He doesn't flub things too much, though, and will happily work himself into exhaustion fulfilling Reed's every whim. He's not going to be the sort that bursts the girl's little power fantasies' bubble, that's for sure... Once Reed at last lets him go, his penance complete, he half-crawls his way to the deserted sands of the beach to collapse in the sun and photosynthetically regain his energy stores in peaceful solitude. Yeah, that should teach him better than to talk to strangers, right?