Systole
First Post
"Puppy? Who's a puppy!? I'll have you know that I am a genuine, fully adult, alpha male darkwolf," Boots says, puffing out his chest. "And I'm probably even purebred, too. But I accept your apology, because clearly you were just confused, on account of how I'm all fascinating and stuff."
The tiefling rolls her eyes. "'And stuff.'"
Boots snorts at the barmaid. "And stuff like talking. I'm very good at talking. Most of the time. Usually. It's just that ... uh ... my throat gets dry very easily. Yeah, that's it. Cough. Cough cough. Say, are you gonna drink that milk?" The last question is directed at Darvus.