Equusheart
One Thousand Club
Fell grumbled in annoyance as he pulled on the black cotton tee and faded blue jeans. It still felt weird to wear clothes when he'd spent most of his life wearing nothing but his skin and fur.
The alarm clock that kept appearing in his room every day no matter what he did, courtesy of Ryan, the damned twat, lay in a shattered mess on the floor where it had landed after Fell had thrown it against the wall. If Ryan insisted on them having to wake up to an alarm clock every morning, he could at least pick something that had somewhat of a pleasant tone to it. Not blaring sound that hurt his ears everytime it went off.
Fell took his time dressing, not in any hurry or mood to go bounding off after the humans and the other freak pets that had been placed in this house. He didn't even want to go off on whatever trip Ryan had planned for the day. Though, begrudgingly, Fell had to admit that it would be a good chance to get out of the house of a bit.
Finally ready and somewhat satisfied with himself, Fell stalked upstairs from his room in the basement. Upon entering the common area, Fell stopped in his tracks and stared at the numerous posters plastered on the walls. What in the hell?
In one of the very rare occasions Fell showed the slightest sliver of a playful side, Fell pulled a sharpie pen from where he'd had in hidden in a pocket. He then set to work in... altering the posters. They were soon covered in everything from mustaches and glasses to some more obscene doodles and adding letters to make the words say something different. Given his handiwork a smirk, Fell tucked the pen away and stepped outside to where everyone was loading up onto the bus.
Not saying a word, Fell shouldered his way onto the bus where he claimed a seat for himself. Stretching out a leg across the length of the seat so no one would sit with him. Buddy system his ass.
The alarm clock that kept appearing in his room every day no matter what he did, courtesy of Ryan, the damned twat, lay in a shattered mess on the floor where it had landed after Fell had thrown it against the wall. If Ryan insisted on them having to wake up to an alarm clock every morning, he could at least pick something that had somewhat of a pleasant tone to it. Not blaring sound that hurt his ears everytime it went off.
Fell took his time dressing, not in any hurry or mood to go bounding off after the humans and the other freak pets that had been placed in this house. He didn't even want to go off on whatever trip Ryan had planned for the day. Though, begrudgingly, Fell had to admit that it would be a good chance to get out of the house of a bit.
Finally ready and somewhat satisfied with himself, Fell stalked upstairs from his room in the basement. Upon entering the common area, Fell stopped in his tracks and stared at the numerous posters plastered on the walls. What in the hell?
In one of the very rare occasions Fell showed the slightest sliver of a playful side, Fell pulled a sharpie pen from where he'd had in hidden in a pocket. He then set to work in... altering the posters. They were soon covered in everything from mustaches and glasses to some more obscene doodles and adding letters to make the words say something different. Given his handiwork a smirk, Fell tucked the pen away and stepped outside to where everyone was loading up onto the bus.
Not saying a word, Fell shouldered his way onto the bus where he claimed a seat for himself. Stretching out a leg across the length of the seat so no one would sit with him. Buddy system his ass.
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