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[featherbeaned]

Who: Idols! Monsters! Monstrous idols ...?
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
When: 298. early morning

[What are you up to?]

Comments

[send_noods]

I could totally zoom through the water! Pretty sure I could go fast enough that you could waterski.

... I mean, you could buy a speedboat for the tow, but that's been done. So normie.

[also please pardon him as he proceeds to shake the water off him... his tail and hair are now a fluffy disaster]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Dude, we are so doing that when the game's done.

[send_noods]

Shit yeah! Sounds good.

That was an easy one. Got another?

... by the way, ya got anything on you that I can bury?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sure. I got Pocky in my belt pouches.

[He points over to the pile of clothes by the wall]

Guess I gotta show off an outfit, too, so if you wanna grab me something while you get it...?

[send_noods]

Perfect.

[wanders off to rummage through the very HSS looking outfit in the corner, acquiring a box of Pocky. He quickly grabs one of the outfits on the front of the costume rack and strides back, plopping a dark brown stetson on Hurricane's head and handing him a vest with a Sheriff star pinned on it]

I don't think the chaps will work for ya.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Sweet, check me out.

I'm like the fastest shooting merdude in in the wild west.

[Pulling the vest on]

[send_noods]

Enjoy! I'm gonna go bury your Pocky and we can finish things up in a minute.

[In a very cartoonish puff of smoke and dog hair, where Gladio was standing is now a large brown wolf, complete with Gladio's scars. Snuffling and stepping free of the pile of leather pants, he grabs the Pocky box in his muzzle and runs off]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He would be sad about the Pocky if he couldn't just go to the conbini and get more, but as it is, he just kind of leans against the side of the pool splooshing his tail, just your regular western merdude watching a big dog bury snacks]

[send_noods]

[It doesn't take long for Wolfio to come back, bless speed powers. Minus one pocky box but with his bingo card held gently in his teeth. He sets the card down on the pool ledge in front of Hurricane, just one square left, "get your butt/tail smacked".

Wolfio turns sideways, wagging tail in easy range]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Man, the things I do for this game.

[Smacking dog butt. He may or may not be bright red]

[send_noods]

[Makes a whuffling sound that could almost sound like a doggiewolf laugh. Wolfio turns around to face Hurricane, sitting on his haunches expectantly, tail thumping on the ground]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. This is like the weirdest thing yet. You better not laugh.

[He pushes himself half up out of the pool on his ars, leans forward, and... nibbles on a wolf ear]

[send_noods]

[Snuffles at Hurricane's face before giving him a lick on the cheek. It's appropriately slobbery]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Good boy...?

[Pats his head]

[send_noods]

[Why yes, he's a very good boy thanks. Tongue lolling out, Wolfio lies down on his paws to make head pats easier, tail wagging against the floor again]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Pet pet pet pet]