Lion Head Mesa I said, 'He wasn't in a cave,' but there was no stoppin'

the young man seemed a tad uneasy, but that was quite alright. he was, after all, talking to a nobleman.

but the question shot that assumption down real quick.

gucci was briefly taken aback, little lips parted and black eyes blinking. then, from the back of his brain came racing a sweaty assistant with a cup of coffe and a bright yellow post-it note saying "good sir, you are a chihuahua."

gucci blinked again, then smiled pleasantly.

"-s because ahm o' a kind t'was mated wi' specific aesthetics in mind." he shook out his mane and spoke with a half-joking haughty expression. "ahve been judged th' pinnacle o' that noble goal, ahll have ya know."

then he looked at the young man with a small smirk. "n you? how's a soldier become quite so... filled out?"