The Preserve, Monday Night

[bigdamndestiny]

With a girlfriend and an overly large puppy with him, Merlin was on a hunt. Not for rabbits or teal deer, but for these Smurf things. Personally, he still thought they were pixies. They ought to be glad there was no stealing children away, really.

Plus, Arthur couldn't be cross as this was training for Brynn!

"Alright, do you think she has the scent?"

[[For the underwear-less one!]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Yeeeah, that was another one that zoomed straight over Francine's head. "Whatever you did with it, I don't want want it back now." Not after it'd been cut up and made into kilts.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Hey, Merlin was Irish close enough he ought to understand at least some of that, but...

"They gave it to someone named Kelda?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine put her hands on her hips and stared down at the little man. "Why can't Kelda buy her own lingerie, whoever she is? There's a perfectly good store just down the road."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Our John was unmoved by this, waving her off as a silly gel.

"Ay daen af time afur ye."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had been on the Internet, god help her. She knew These Things. "You're a Furry? Oh God, I don't want to know what you're doing with my clothes, just keep them. Eww, ewww, ewww eww, ewww!"

She turned, prepared to stalk away.