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I am really bad a dialogue but thought it was needed for this one. I hope I got somewhat close to Farren's personality!
Also, drawing with a mouse for a long time sure is a hand cramp. jeez louise

I was trotting on down the hallway, you know, minding my own earwax, when this guy came barreling down it like he was being chased by a herd of rattle cattle. He scared the living magic out of my body and I just thought I'd go return the favor... Little did I know that this action would lead me to be the little guy's only shoulder to cry on for the moment. He was crying over something, wouldn't even tell me. That didn't bother me none. We can't always go blubbering about our problems... Unless you're a singer. You can sing about how your lady left you for a father's long leg- wait, where was I again? Oh right. That little tan guy. Well, I started getting him happy and he even lifted his head. That's when I saw it. These gnarly scratches across his neck. He must've gotten in a fight... though he seemed too quiet and too himself to really do such a thing. I wont ever know what happened though. He refuses to tell me what happened and I refuse to push for answers. After getting no where with asking how he was, I ended up flopping on him and holding him close. He seemed a bit weirded out but like my theory of a mom mom says, affection is the best medicine. She also isn't a doctor.

Farren ("Little tan guy") belongs to SirSlate

18/260 (Not counting when I followed extremely similar poses)

Description
Reponse to this
I am really bad a dialogue but thought it was needed for this one. I hope I got somewhat close to Farren's personality!
Also, drawing with a mouse for a long time sure is a hand cramp. jeez louise

I was trotting on down the hallway, you know, minding my own earwax, when this guy came barreling down it like he was being chased by a herd of rattle cattle. He scared the living magic out of my body and I just thought I'd go return the favor... Little did I know that this action would lead me to be the little guy's only shoulder to cry on for the moment. He was crying over something, wouldn't even tell me. That didn't bother me none. We can't always go blubbering about our problems... Unless you're a singer. You can sing about how your lady left you for a father's long leg- wait, where was I again? Oh right. That little tan guy. Well, I started getting him happy and he even lifted his head. That's when I saw it. These gnarly scratches across his neck. He must've gotten in a fight... though he seemed too quiet and too himself to really do such a thing. I wont ever know what happened though. He refuses to tell me what happened and I refuse to push for answers. After getting no where with asking how he was, I ended up flopping on him and holding him close. He seemed a bit weirded out but like my theory of a mom mom says, affection is the best medicine. She also isn't a doctor.

Farren ("Little tan guy") belongs to SirSlate

18/260 (Not counting when I followed extremely similar poses)