Redhawk Caldera Welcome to the Labyrinth

◆haha you're fine. I blame Ash more than you. He shoulda let his play be known moreso than what he did.◆



Ah hell, Ash, look what you did. Made the dudette feel like a dork. Now you do owe a proper date to her.
If he could, an imaginary paw could've smacked him upside down, cause he trashed the mood. Was he too cute? Doin too hardcore of a baby blink?
No time for that, bro. Check Som's feelz first, before self assessment.
Alright, alright, gimme a sec.

"Hey, hey, woah there, sweets. Before ya spill awkward all across my pelts, I gotta ask applaud myself on the acting. Job well done, Ash."

Switching to the other side of the room, he jested as if he were actually himself, thanking his own self.

"Why thanks, dude. Took shit loads of practice. Was workin to impress the babe, ever since the day I trucked it to her back at pack meet, with my massive pumkintastic helmet of hardcoreness. Day, and night, I swear. "

He turned to Somnia, wiggling a golden brow, as if he was anticipating a review of his show.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggling wigglety, wiggle.