When Rhychard entered his condo, Buttercup was brushing Kree, who was sprawled across the loveseat, acting as if he was receiving a spa treatment from a luxurious establishment. Rhychard just rolled his eyes. “You are one spoiled pooch."
:I am not a pooch. That is rather insulting. Besides, what is wrong with a good brushing now and then? You brush your own mane, do you not?:
“Probably not as much as he should," Buttercup said with a weak smile. At least she was trying to get out of her funk. “And Kree had some spurs and twigs in his fur. Apparently, he went exploring today in the Bottoms."
“Find anything?" Rhychard entered the kitchen, needing another cup of coffee.
Famallumi came out of the hallway and took his normal seat on a kitchen chair. “Greetings, Warrior. I hope your morning
