Northstar Vale The awkwardness of broness

Grats, hubby! :')

Oh, Towhee replied, glancing a bit sheepishly over at her mate, I think he mentioned it. I’ve been dealing with this cold and I’ve been out of it, she explained before quickly saying, You’re alright, though?

She let him answer that before saying anything else about his situation. It didn’t really surprise her that he’d had a rough time of it with Akashingo. It also struck her as a little ironic that all of Mereo’s damaged soldiers seemed to wind up in Epoch.

I should probably shoo you away to go talk to her, Towhee eventually said, but I haven’t talked to anybody but this stud in days, so I’m gonna hold you hostage for another few minutes. Sorry about the smell.

She pointed at Maxim, wiggling her eyebrows at him. She then waved a paw, as if to dispel the odor clinging to her like Pig-Pen’s cloud of dust. Surely Reyson had noticed, though he gave no particular indication that he was perturbed.

What about what you want? Like, if you didn’t have to take Germ or Meadow into consideration, what would you wanna do?