Lion Head Mesa [wp] i really need you tonight

there was a moment where he found himself trapped beneath puppy butt, and gucci thought to himself; "this is fine."'

then, trough the inebriated haze, into the ear not pinned, a name and title trickled in...

princess toula

gucci was squirming fiercely even before she got off of him, and when her divine highness did so, he was propelled forward, rolling off of the food display.

his bulging eyes and erect ears reappeared from behind a plucked pheasant, looking at her with fear only numbed by berryjuice.

"your majestay, ah m so-" he began plead-whispering, twitching and silencing himself the moment the young princess spoke.

"...sing?" 

gucci blinked. 

"...sing! yeah, yeah!" the neb scampered over the pheasant to get to her. 

"yes yes yes, ah knoow a coupl'a songs. jest s'm, uhm, radio tuuunesss..." the syllables trailed off, the former housepet looking at the wolf child. did she even know the globe was round? "...which's a kindsa type o'... mountain. wi' real good acoustics."

"wouldja, uhm, aah, like a song?"