>>17966976One should be all borzois. It'd be funny.
Also I can't hold my load. Here's #11.
>strawberries>the scent of both it and the tobacco exuding off Loona's form assaulted your nose since last night, when you'd finally decided to shower and scrub off the blood>to anyone else it may have been a dream, but the fact that you had to actively maintain this body ruined any allure it may have had>especially with the inordinate amount of time it took to dry every inch of fur on your body, including your tail and face>the latter of which caused an unexpected amount of pain, as if every little hair on your face burst into flames at once>not to mention there was still the issue of the scars you were trying not to think about>after all, that was something you weren't meant to see, something deeply personal that you'd wound up unraveling without Loona even present>the same song and dance had played out that morning, more or less; Blitzo doting over you, a slightly less burned breakfast...>though he did take you to Loona's favorite coffee shop on the way to the office, ordering her usual for you>you could taste the diabetes in the vanilla mess they served you, but you knocked it back even if it made you want to throw up>Blitzo made you wait outside in the hall for a few moments before beckoning you inside, though he wouldn't explain why...>it didn't take long to figure out the reason, it was plain as day as soon as you stepped in>an ashtray>one modeled after the top of a skull, with some rhinestones jammed into the eyesockets>the gaudy trinket rested on Loona's desk, wrapped in a little ribbon along with a card that was pinned underneath>'for when the day feels too long and hard to bear'>'dont worry i turned the smoke alarms off'>'love you loonie'>'— blitzo'>you were going to die in this building. 