i wanna feel dirty // o - gator hunting

[valo-kas]

“[color=salmon]swamp.” they chirped blithely, slogging forward without a care for what the leader had to say. valo-kas was after love, baby. they shook their head curtly when beck mentioned common sense, three eyes blinking. “[color=salmon]don’t have that.” they shrugged, as if it wasn’t a huge deal. really, to valo, it wasn’t. that was just how it was.

they would’ve quirked a brow if they had it when beck brought up buddy systeming this shit. “[color=salmon]okay, im gonna be real with you though, i’m looking for a gator. because i think they’re really hot. and i want one. to be like, y’know. my gf. gatorfriend.” no point beating around the bush. if beck was still in for the shitshow that might ensue, then...well, alright.

valo-kas, standing in mud and trying to keep it out of their offering basket, looked over their shoulder at atlanticpaw. “[color=salmon]hello you bastard boy. i am going to go find the love of my life and i guess i’ll allow company.” they sighed dramatically.