[ Tybolt might actually have the jaw strength to devour a bone-in steak without slowing down, but Steve doesn't personally believe he's smart enough not to choke. The end result is a dish full of bloody chunks that are presumably bite-sized for something.
When questioned about that something, Steve manages a slight grin, waving for Atem to walk with him down the back corridor. ]
I think it's funner if I don't tell you.
[ They come to a door that's been labeled very tentatively—as in penned on a sheet of notebook paper tentatively.
"TYBOLT."
Still not very descriptive.
This used to be a spare room for storage. But, as of the day Riley called it quits on being a single mother of two, it's been cleared out and turned into a state of the art Tybolt-suite. Stepping inside, Steve hits the light switch, illuminating several things that could pass for toys for a big dog and several other things that look like scratching boards wound in heavy-duty rope. And sitting cozy in the midst of it all is a creature with rounded ears, stout limbs, and golden fur. The head whips around to face them, fang-filled mouth yawning open.
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When questioned about that something, Steve manages a slight grin, waving for Atem to walk with him down the back corridor. ]
I think it's funner if I don't tell you.
[ They come to a door that's been labeled very tentatively—as in penned on a sheet of notebook paper tentatively.
"TYBOLT."
Still not very descriptive.
This used to be a spare room for storage. But, as of the day Riley called it quits on being a single mother of two, it's been cleared out and turned into a state of the art Tybolt-suite. Stepping inside, Steve hits the light switch, illuminating several things that could pass for toys for a big dog and several other things that look like scratching boards wound in heavy-duty rope. And sitting cozy in the midst of it all is a creature with rounded ears, stout limbs, and golden fur. The head whips around to face them, fang-filled mouth yawning open.
And it squeaks. ]