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softbarks wrote:
username + id: softbarks // 8447
kel name: Michael
why're they so grumpy?:
Michael slowly made his way down the narrow staircase of the shared three bedroom house. With each step, a loud creak would rise from the old wooden stairs that were slanted with age. His heavy lidded eyes were half closed, his fur bristled and sticking up in different directions. He hadn't bothered getting dressed or brushing his fur. He had a craving that had begun when he first woke up that needed to be addressed first.
Rounding the corner and crossing the barrier into the kitchen, he pulled the refrigerator door open. He looked to the familiar place where he kept his early morning prize; peach yogurt. A stone sank into his stomach as he realized it wasn't where he usually placed them. Quickly he scanned the fridge, moving things haphazardly out of the way, becoming more frustrated as he couldn't find a single trace of yogurt. The stone turned to burning coal as his anger ignited. He took a deep breath in and let it out forcefully, shutting the refrigerator door hard. "Vaughn!" He yelled for his roommate, who gave a muffled 'what' in reply. "I've told you a thousand times! Do not touch my dang yogurt!" he huffed.





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