The punk fox in question looked up in quite the confused state from his laptop as Cicero crashed through his apartment like a bull in a china shop. He didn't speak at first, eying that plump, red ass now presented to him.
Walking over, Tyler rubbed the sore, hot ass gently.
"What... In the fuck... Happened to you, my bunny?" he asked gently, petting his tail.
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"The truth is of course that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time." -David Bowie
~Goodnight, sweet prince.~
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