Lion Head Mesa ductile

"aw, ya shameless flatterer!" he laughed, wiping away the tears.

gucci scooted away, cleared his throat, and attempted to get himself in physical and emotional orde; deep, quick breaths trough the mouth and exhales out the snout, while attempting to smooth down the ruff of his chest.

"a'ight... a'ight!" he shook his head to clear it. "s soon as she's 'ere," and again he looked tavina in the eye. "ya gimme a howl, n imma unleash th' extent o' mah fab-u-lousness upon th' pharaoh." the look in his eyes was of exaggerated stone cold seriousness. then in softened, and his tail swept the floor like a broom.

"ah'd love t' meetcha ladypal."