#anywhere

"A winged wolf, it was fucking metal, Scrot," Dirk says petting the ugly hairless cat without even realizing he's doing it

"Yeah. I was like.. do I eat it? I mean, I eat the wings off Buffalo right? Or maybe grab one of the cubs and turn into a bad ass ?" pet pet.

Scrott purrrsssss

"but as I'm closing in, I hear them fucking TALKING... holy shit that's weird. "

Long strokes, Scrot aka Peach, again Smeagal..aka many things but to the Cap Scrott, rubs along happily while Dirk goes on "They talked kind of gay..." He sighs 'Oh yeah, Anne Marie doesn't want me saying that word that way. Fine, anyway they talked kind of sluagh... all frilly and shit. Wonder what you'd say if you could talk? Maybe you';d have Chucky's voice. Heh.. cool. " He says "oh, they don't want me buying tickets for that. SO I guess that means I hafta just sneak in. Was going to anyway"

Scrott understands. She doesn't judge. Her heart is full of love.

"You are a stupid , ugly, dorky shitball, aren't you?" despite the harsh words, his tone is down right cuddly

"yes you are..." stroke

The teen gives the cat a soft hug, then rises, "Later, Scrott. I gotta go put a rat in Miss McGillcuddy's mailbox again."

And off he goes.

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