Swiftcurrent Creek The truth is

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Arric would not take any of his words back. He would apologize for them if need be, but never take them back. Because he often didn't say shit without thinking first. Not always, but pretty damn near.

He had never buried a child's and gods he hoped he never did. But he had buried his mom, his father. Countless others that needed it. It was a dark spot on ya.

Blue eyes popped open, but before he could say a word. A stinging pile of fluff nailed him in the face. He coughed and choked. Inhaled and more of the shit went in his nose he gagged.

He tripped forward, gathered some momentum and slammed into the other male as he died from fluffiness.

 Large forearms going around the others neck in a pull of immature wrestling.

What a fucking way to die by fluffiness. He supposed he deserved it often enamored with fluffy things. He choked again.

Fuck you. Cough cough. I'm dying