[As he thinks of how exactly he wants to word this, his screen decides to betray him horribly in the worst (best?) possible way -
He's scratching the bottom of his screen in thought, but the eye itself blinks shut before opening up wide again... as a set of big, sharp, neon dog's teeth. In a grin, of course.]
2/2;
He's scratching the bottom of his screen in thought, but the eye itself blinks shut before opening up wide again... as a set of big, sharp, neon dog's teeth.
In a grin, of course.]
... Mouthy fellas. How 'bout we call'em that?