more shattered glass extracts!
He waded further though the dump/man cave of Mighty, until, lying, half-asleep right in front of the door to his self-proclaimed ‘office’ was the armadillo himself. He was a mess. His red, surfer-dude-like hair-ish thing (Ray, after knowing the armadillo for over fifteen years, still did not know what it was,) was tangled and all-over-the-place, he smelled. Then again, to him, running water was a myth. As well as that, his black fur was covered in stains and white marks from attempts to disguise his stench with deodorant, when he was somewhat sober. He sucked on another empty bottle of crigo, practically begging for another drop of the succulent, sweet-yet bitter liquid to make his pathetic life feel slightly less pathetic, only to make him feel much more pathetic later, Ray didn’t understand that.
Yes Ray and Mighty are in SG, it's set between unleashed and colors.