Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

velen rounded on her with a piteous gasp of fake indignation. "well i never!" came the boy's pained exclamation. seating his defamed rump in the sand, the warsaw yearling toppled slowly over. "you've done me in, dalia," he hooted in an exasperated tone. "there's literally not even an ass store for miles. i'm stuck with my inferior buttocks." the boy settled himself against the beach, rolling to his back and folding paws against his chest.
"bury me here. say 'here lies the dude with the subpar ass,'" he implored the freckled girl, a sigh of long-suffering drawing slowly from his lungs. she'd killed him, after all: dalia had murdered his pride and his ass pride, and it was the least she could do to make sure no one ever saw his shame again.