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"Thought we were just signin’ up for some drills. Didn’t think it’d feel quite so much like boot camp..."
Finn stifled a bark of a laugh, and fumbled to keep the tension on the laces as he tied them up at the back. "Oh c'mon, it's Alwyn! What did you expect?" he said in a hushed (and yet still playful) voice. The foxkit had a slightly mischevious streak building in him this voyage, and seemed to be pushing the envelope a little with what he could get away with. Nevertheless, Alwyn had sharp hearing, and seemed to be in a mood to... creatively punish those who were stepping out of line. Finn would have to be careful. Fortunately, he was busy taking care of Vihma, and Finn was positive the whisper would go unnoticed.
Once Swift had been laced up, Finn switched places with him, and lifted his arms up over his head as the training armor was placed on him.
"You holdin’ up alright?"
"Yeh, I'll be fine as long as y'don't bash my snoot in!" he hissed back, a cocky grin spreading around the corner of his muzzle.
Trotting up to the group, Finn quickly ran a paw through his tail to make sure there weren't any tufts of fur matted together by anything. The group seemed to have caught the tacit confession from Vihma, and there was a bawdy chorus of mock surprise from the marines.
But as far as Finny was concerned, Vihma and Morgan were just really good friends.
Finn stifled a bark of a laugh, and fumbled to keep the tension on the laces as he tied them up at the back. "Oh c'mon, it's Alwyn! What did you expect?" he said in a hushed (and yet still playful) voice. The foxkit had a slightly mischevious streak building in him this voyage, and seemed to be pushing the envelope a little with what he could get away with. Nevertheless, Alwyn had sharp hearing, and seemed to be in a mood to... creatively punish those who were stepping out of line. Finn would have to be careful. Fortunately, he was busy taking care of Vihma, and Finn was positive the whisper would go unnoticed.
Once Swift had been laced up, Finn switched places with him, and lifted his arms up over his head as the training armor was placed on him.
"You holdin’ up alright?"
"Yeh, I'll be fine as long as y'don't bash my snoot in!" he hissed back, a cocky grin spreading around the corner of his muzzle.
Trotting up to the group, Finn quickly ran a paw through his tail to make sure there weren't any tufts of fur matted together by anything. The group seemed to have caught the tacit confession from Vihma, and there was a bawdy chorus of mock surprise from the marines.
But as far as Finny was concerned, Vihma and Morgan were just really good friends.
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