TIDAL ACHE — MEETING 7.1.18

ah, how special. it was brad’s first meeting as a member of the typhoon and quite frankly, he couldn’t care less. the large canine padded towards the gathering with a blank expression and took a seat far from his fellow crewmates. the leonberger gave half his attention to the doberman, as he was listening to his walkman at the time which seemed more interesting to the male than promotions and events. only did he look up when his name was called, rolling his chestnut eyes at the concrete joke made by the captain. he was drunk, so what? brad had already refocused on the loud tunes in his ears.

all of a sudden, the atmosphere had turned chaotic. yells and rapid movement startled the young canine, and he tore out his headphones to hear what was going on. fuck. it was a tsunami. brad was never the biggest fan of water, and especially not killer waves. spooked, he hopped to his feet and jolted after his clanmates in search of refuge from the disasterous weather. this certainly wasn’t good.
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