Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

Sriracha tipped his head back as far as he could manage without accidentally drowning himself, enjoying the cold water against his eyes and the raccoon's deft fingers in his fur. It also serves to help wash the worst of the mud away. Apparently she did not appreciate his external show of enjoyment, as the moment his leg started thumping, she smacked him. Sriracha laughed and stilled his leg, though it took conscious effort to do so. Lo siento, he apologized, craning his neck to give her a sheepish grin.