Lake Bismuth swimming in a fish bowl

He frowned. She must not have any sense for creativity. He thought bitterly. Unkind as she was, he still continued to conversatie nonetheless. At least she wasn’t aggressive. How often did anyone come to talk to him anyhow? It was an opportunity he wasn’t fond of missing out on.

"It’s a self sculpture." He said. A know-it-all tone followed. "Can’t you see my charm emitting from it? Look here, the eyes. And there’s the nose right there." He gestured towards random bumps and ridges. Peculiar as he was, he sure had faith in himself. 

"I couldn’t find anything to dye it, so it looks a bit off." The formerly beige wolf blinked. "Still handsome, though. It’s an imaginative take on my perception. Poetic, right?"

He hadn’t ever considered himself to be much of a poet at all, but perhaps he’d pick it up. Bakari had always had a weird thing about constantly having new hobbies.