[ muffled sound of chaos and a dropped locket feed. verbal keysmashing, a couple "akkin, stoppit"s in there. give him a second. he's back, with the varren puppy in tow, holding him in a kind of vice grip against his chest so the little bugger can't chew on anything (not that akkin seems to want to, now, panting happily and wiggling his butt like he's got a tail) ]
We're cool, we're cool!
[ what were we talking about? OH OH oh yeah ] Oh, yeah, right! Look!
[ and he picks up the locket to turn it and point it at a sweet little house wagon with two horses hanging out by it. ]
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We're cool, we're cool!
[ what were we talking about? OH OH oh yeah ] Oh, yeah, right! Look!
[ and he picks up the locket to turn it and point it at a sweet little house wagon with two horses hanging out by it. ]
We've got a ride! I call it the swaggin' waggin.