It was official. He still couldn’t move his tail.
Among other unpleasantries, he also had difficulty urinating. It likely wasn’t enough to affect his quality of life, but it was enough that the amount of time he had to keep his leg lifted before anything happened was definitely noticeable.
It was for these reasons that Randy had been hiding out for the past couple weeks in some seedy, undisclosed location. With some psychotic bitch at his rear and his brother at his front, he wasn’t going to allow either of them to see him in such a condition.
As hard as it was to believe, he still had some dignity left.
Except, there was something he’d been thinking about for a while, ever since Todd had first tried to drown him in his own home. He figured it was about time he mention it.
Randy strolled through the winter willows, stepping carefully over frozen ponds as casually as he could manage. His more superficial wounds had scabbed over by now, and he had never been one to greet others with a happy tail. No one would be the wiser.
“Todd,” he called out, his voice monotone. He didn’t have the time nor the patience for whatever bullshit his little brother might throw at him. He was strictly business.
Sep 07, 2017 07:51 PM
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