“Hey dingbat, we’re outta pizza rolls.” Stabbing ғᴏx. 🛡️ in his face.

“Two hundred creds to anyone that can break my arm. Free try. C’mon.”

🐺

“What’s wrong, babe.”

“…this wasn’t anything //bad//, I swear.”

“…..yes, actually! Th’ kids wanted to get an early idea of matchin’ costumes. Yeah, that’s it.” Wide smile!

Loud yawn,

Snort, growl, bark. A few bones popping loose. Good nap.

Picking up ⚠️: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲 into his arms.

Loud and wide yawn. His sharp fangs are on full display.

“I have this terrible tendency to come back an’ there’s a limb broken. That said, I have two broken arms an’ the need to bash ‘em over someone’s head.”