Board Thread:Furry Roleplay/@comment-33389101-20181217231415/@comment-34052734-20181223213320

Dustin was in his garage, his old station-wagon propped up. He was resting on his back, laying on a roller as he fixed some parts that hung low from the undercarriage. His fur was tousled and greasy from doing his work.

Evita stared at herself in a small pocket mirror, lifting her eyepatch up to reveal a missing eye. She shuddered at the memory of losing it, as she did so every day since her eye was removed. The gore of it hadn’t scared her like it did long ago.