03-19-2020, 11:14 PM
Caustic is internally cringing, because he would rather just move on, go back to his thing. But... plants. The wolf hums for a moment, annoyed at the idea of helping another. He finally nods, moving ahead. "I will procure the cacti." Oh yeah. Cactaceae.
Caustic pulls the pots from their bags, gently gripping each one with his teeth and placing them on the window sill.
Caustic pulls the pots from their bags, gently gripping each one with his teeth and placing them on the window sill.
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 4 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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