He takes his break, before continuing the workout, muscles burning with strength.
She tilts her head, nodding with a bit of smile on her face, “Hmm, really? Do you really think you got rid of your other self?”
“Oh I’m furious, but more with myself than anyone else. After all, we hurt you, and we can all agree that we love you.”
They watch him intently, making sure he's okay.
"Are you telling me I didn't." he narrows his brow. "I went through hell to make sure he was gone, to make sure that I cleansed myself. I lost my [GP] arm over it."
"Yeah, that's.. sweet." she smiles weakly. "Uhm, I think you gotta go now, though.."
He’s mainly got it under control, though he does push himself a bit beyond himself. He does stop before anything goes too bad though, lying on the ground.
“I’m not saying that, dear. I’m not saying anything of the sort.” She says, comfortingly rubbing their face softly, lovingly, “After all, we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I wouldn’t understand what you’ve went though.”
“Naturally, I couldn’t stay around forever, there should only be one Rag in the world. Goodbye.” He says with a smile, not a bit of worry on his face.
"Do you need a drink?"
"Sorry.." he sighs, leaning into her touch.
And the construct fades away. She sighs, falling to the ground and on her back. "what a morning.."
“A drink… would be… nice.” He says, face down in the ashy dirt.
“It’s okay, dear, I forgive you.” She says with a soft smile, her touch tender.
Rag, the real one, stands to his feet, “I’ll make you some breakfast.” He begins to walk back towards the house, tears streaming down his face.
He dips his head into the stream, drinking from it before looking up at them “Thank you, you are all amazing.”
“We could do anything you would like, you should choose.”
He stands in the kitchen, standing over the sink, looking into the water and reflecting himself.
"We try." they smile, moving hair out of his face
"I don't know what to pick, though."
After a while, she crawls out of the hole and hugs him from behind, strong.
He pushes himself up to not drown in the stream, his hair wet with water and sweat, smiling at them with… affection in his eyes, maybe just a bit.
“Maybe you can help feed our pet while you think.”
He hasn’t moved from standing in front of the sink, looking down back at her, wiping away his tears and showing a strong face as he turns back to them.
He dips his head into the stream, drinking from it before looking up at them “Thank you, you are all amazing.”
“We could do anything you would like, you should choose.”
He stands in the kitchen, standing over the sink, looking into the water and reflecting himself.
"We try." they smile, moving hair out of his face
"I don't know what to pick, though."
After a while, she crawls out of the hole and hugs him from behind, strong.
He pushes himself up to not drown in the stream, his hair wet with water and sweat, smiling at them with… affection in his eyes, maybe just a bit.
“Maybe you can help feed our pet while you think.”
He hasn’t moved from standing in front of the sink, looking down back at her, wiping away his tears and showing a strong face as he turns back to them.
"Anyway.. Maybe something stiffer now? Or are ya back to it?"
"..Pet? That.. gator thing?"
"I don't wanna lose you..."
He pushes himself to his feet, nodding as he leans in his broom, “Sure, if you want to.”
“Crocodilian. Our dear pet.” She says with a smile.
He leans against her a little more, “I’m… I’m sorry… neither do I.”
*Welcome back, Tarra.*
*Welcome back, Tarra.*
*Yos furries in Hot Topic*
He walks into the Hot Topic
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Heya mate :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“A drink… would be… nice.” He says, face down in the ashy dirt.
“It’s okay, dear, I forgive you.” She says with a soft smile, her touch tender.
Rag, the real one, stands to his feet, “I’ll make you some breakfast.” He begins to walk back towards the house, tears streaming down his face.
*Good ta see ya back.*
*How are ya doin mate? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I’m livin’ life, you know how it be.*
*That's good :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Cut for Salem.*
He dips his head into the stream, drinking from it before looking up at them “Thank you, you are all amazing.”
“We could do anything you would like, you should choose.”
He stands in the kitchen, standing over the sink, looking into the water and reflecting himself.
*BRB*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He pushes himself up to not drown in the stream, his hair wet with water and sweat, smiling at them with… affection in his eyes, maybe just a bit.
“Maybe you can help feed our pet while you think.”
He hasn’t moved from standing in front of the sink, looking down back at her, wiping away his tears and showing a strong face as he turns back to them.
*Me is back :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He pushes himself to his feet, nodding as he leans in his broom, “Sure, if you want to.”
“Crocodilian. Our dear pet.” She says with a smile.
He leans against her a little more, “I’m… I’m sorry… neither do I.”
*How about you bud?*
*Care for some midday ritual mastication?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels