Poking the Tiger

scattered-scientist:

[ * He just a no-good rowdy boy- ]

[ * It’s time for a good ol’ bone to the face. He summons one, and although it is magic based, it’s more solid this time around- probably meant solely for poking and/or bashing. Without mercy or sympathy for the other’s situation, he sharply jabs it in the direction of Flaps’ face in attempt to wake him up. ]

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WA͜K҉EY̛ ҉WAK̀EY,̡ ̕MIS͞T̷ER D̨RA͟ǴON̷.

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I̛’VE ̀G̷O̢T ͏A B̀ON̸E ͢T̛O҉ ̛PÍC͟K͟ WIT̵H YOU̴.͡

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[ * Not so loud; we don’t want to disturb the guard dog quite yet. ]

📝 [REALLY NAUGHTY!!!]

📝 [That earns him a rather big, growly whine as Flaps is so rudely jolted awake. He’s quick to recoil, a paw covering his snoot – and he peers down at Pathos, glowering slightly. He evidently doesn’t recognize the other at all, but he isn’t moving to attack quite yet….]

📝 [He just looks Deeply upset by this. How Could You? Please Explain Yourself?]

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