Duck Lake ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hey kids

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As soon as his beady little eyes had landed upon the lake, Ciqala had one thought — avoidance. He was too little to be a good swimmer, and the thought of having his perfectly sculpted 'do ruined by the water's touch made him cringe and skitter along the bank. He would've fled the scene entirely had he not been very, very hungry. He would've skeedaddled as soon as the lake was discovered, but, he spotted something even better.

There, alongside the lake, was the sexiest lookin' firecrotch this side of the sun.

With a silent prayer to the gods of game, Ciqala did a mental bro-fist, and began strutting on over. He had to play it cool, he knew that. He had to show her how fabulous he thought she was, woo her like a gentleman. As he got close, the petite prince called out - a short bawowowow, that thing the fox actually says - followed by the smooth slide of his body up against her's; his feather boa tail dusted across her nose, in time for the perfect pick-up line:

"Hey sweet-cheeks, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"
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