iii | dinner please
[The PCD is actually in his shirt. So don't be surprised if all you see is red, white and skin. Maybe the occasional clink of wooden beads, either. But if you're listening carefully, you can hear sniffing, scuffling.
What is the dog-man up to? Well, scouting, of course! You wouldn't know it, but he's looking for a place to hide-out, sleep, somewhere to stay. He doesn't want to keep napping on top of the Whipstaff manor, because when it rains, he's too stubborn to barge inside.
So instead, he's crawling around the ground. However, the scent he's caught certainly isn't 'home'. It's more like 'food'. With two long fluffy ears a cottontail, and razor sharp fangs.
That is until, the PCD goes thump, and falls out of his shirt to the ground.]
What is the dog-man up to? Well, scouting, of course! You wouldn't know it, but he's looking for a place to hide-out, sleep, somewhere to stay. He doesn't want to keep napping on top of the Whipstaff manor, because when it rains, he's too stubborn to barge inside.
So instead, he's crawling around the ground. However, the scent he's caught certainly isn't 'home'. It's more like 'food'. With two long fluffy ears a cottontail, and razor sharp fangs.
That is until, the PCD goes thump, and falls out of his shirt to the ground.]