Trying to hold in my growls as I shoot like a rocket toward my emotional support typewriter to write out my feelings like a alpha therapist
My co-worker Perry gave me this typewriter so I can be like dearest Taylor Swift
Type type
My tail keeps getting in the way. I get frustrated and grab the belt I made especially for tucking away my tail and tuck it in to continue typing 💬
Last place I checked Carrots cakes is in my office
I hope she dosnt hate, me
I would burn down the world for, her but she hates me now
I wanted to tell her I really did, it's just with all this stuff with my dad getting killed it's been really hard to concentrate.
I need to see her
I walk into the hall, I spot her looking like she's heading out
"Vahoona!" I scream from right behind her
"Jesus fucking Chri-"
"I didn't mean what I said, I've just bean so stressed ever since my dad was murdered with a rose toy... I wanted to find you and...."
"Save it"
She slaps my masculine fox face with her tiny hand and scurry's away
I've lost her.....
How will I ever make it up to my mate???
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