Cloud on Cycle was pretty pleased with the motorcycle actually. Though he was still trying to figure out the details of working it without thumbs or heels. Tseng was right though, a wolf in boots would have looked much stupider than the slightly drunken driving of a wolf on a motorcycle.
Obviously.
At the moment though, Cloud on Cycle was giving it a break and sitting near Tseng's feet with one of those boredly patient looks on his face that said his mind wasn't entirely paying attention. He was paying enough attention however to have his ears flicking backward and his muzzle wrinkling in disgust.
"Mice wiggle on the way down." The power of speech came and went but apparently this particular Story needed him talking. Which indicated they might have to rely on Cloud being a smooth talker. Which meant they were doomed.
"Maybe I can convince him to turn into a pot pie. Then you can help eat him."
this. is a thing of beauty. Or horror. Perfect for a fairy tale.
Obviously.
At the moment though, Cloud on Cycle was giving it a break and sitting near Tseng's feet with one of those boredly patient looks on his face that said his mind wasn't entirely paying attention. He was paying enough attention however to have his ears flicking backward and his muzzle wrinkling in disgust.
"Mice wiggle on the way down." The power of speech came and went but apparently this particular Story needed him talking. Which indicated they might have to rely on Cloud being a smooth talker. Which meant they were doomed.
"Maybe I can convince him to turn into a pot pie. Then you can help eat him."