Board Thread:Furry Roleplay/@comment-33389101-20181217231415/@comment-34052734-20181226152455

“Hmph.” Dustin foraged inside his tool box for an adjustable spanner. When he felt it, the lynx pulled at it and readjusted himself under the bottom of the car, cranking a loose bolt. He grunted as he tightened the bolt.

Evita placed the mirror back into the drawer beside her small bed, kicking her feet once before hopping down to her paws. She flipped down her eyepatch, tugged at her collar, and left the room.