Cloud turned to face a older man's figure. His name was Zack and he was Cloud's friend- raven colored hair and bright mako eyes since he had been infused with the subtsance. The blonde sighed again, "Well... the whole floor's AC has been screwed over and now its screwed up. "
Zack laughed, "That won't be cool~! Well- if you got a problem with one night in the heat- I'll let you bunk with me for tonight!"
Cloud jumped in suprise, "Wait... WHAT?!"
Zack ruffeled the younger's hair with his gloved hand, "Oh com'o
The fox could see two furries about his age sat next to each other giggling with their backs to him at the table in front. At first the fox ignored them and carried on typing away on his laptop. Suddenly the fox was brought back up from his laptop screen as one of the two furries let out a loud fit of laughter.
“No way!” The furry shouted as the other one just kept giggling at the screen of his phone. “I never thought Jocks would be able to pull it off! The guys at least twice his size!”
“Looks like you’re down 700 bucks buddy!” His friend said as he put his
Marshall and Everest are swimming, moving a little slow due to their bellies.
Zuma was floating with his belly poking out of the water.
Chase and Skye were on the side lines. Skye was lying down on a blanket, Chase came over with sunblock, offered to put some on her, Chase became enraptured of putting sunblock on her, mostly her belly.
Chase:"I got the sunscreen, sweetie."
Skye:"Well, don't just admire, rub some on me, sweetie."
Skye giggled. Chase blushed. He put a dab on some of his paw and laced it on her belly.
Chase:"Wow. Your so cute..."
Chase was too caught up in how her belly felt and putting sunblock on his girl, Skye shivered a bit."
Chase:"Skye, what's wrong?!"
Skye:"Sorry, Chase, the sunblock is cold, but it feels good. Keep rubbing, please."
Chase:"Oh, sure thing."
Chase continue rubbing the belly girl pup, Skye was whimpering in delight of the attention she and her belly is getting.
Sitting on a chair,
"So, I guess the python has pythons?" the cocky thief snickered one day, looking over the mass of muscle that was Kenny's left arm.
"Hah-hah--" the naga replied with a faux laugh. "That would actually have been funny if I was a python--unfortunately, I'm a boa. HUGE difference."
"Can't imagine how. Boa's have heads that are different than pythons--but since you've got a human head I'm pretty sure that you couldn't expect anyone to know that." Tarot seemed largely indifferent that his little joke had fallen flat but still didn't seem to lose any of his steam. After their last little encounter, he had found himself spending more time with Ke
And let life deal the hand
That would eventually murder
Whatever life we had.
We hoped and prayed each evening
That the past would win the race.
Hoping that tomorrow,
We would be dealt an ace.
We placed our bets in darkness
When all was standing still.
We hoped that time would help us
And focused all our will.
We waited as life passed us
by and bye again.
Blind to what surrounds us,
and to what could have been.
Every evening we come here
And try returning what we lost.
We always learn the same old lesson
At a greater cost.