Whitewater Gorge Icky Thump

Thank you for your patience! I came back to this often trying to get a post out for ya!

No ladies? Ah damn, once again he was dry when it came to any progress in getting... wet. Wink wonk. I didn't. He sneered, pursing his lips like the man child he was as he remained strong in his beliefs that there was indeed a female somewhere around here. I jus went the wrong way. Shrugging, he pushed away any possible embarrassment about mistaking a man for a woman. 

Finally, he pushed himself up off the ground and with a paw, brushed away any loose dirt - why not shake it off you ask? Well, he'd do that later, and not when he was so close to a gorge. Blackened lips parted as he was about to say something, only for it to be swept away, under the metaphorical rug, left to be forgotten - fun?

Straightening himself off, he gazed into the man in front of him, bright golden hues illuminated with a sly childlike glee. A fun person ya say? A Cheshire grin cracked his maw, brows raising at the thought. Well lemme tell you, buddy, I am the king of fun. Pressing a paw to his chest, he closed his eyes in pride as he threw his head into the air. Waddaya need? He leaned forward, eyes peering forward, the smile still etched across his darkened mug.

I can do intimate. He cooed.