Manky cupped a paw to his ear, unable to hear above the culinary c*****e.
“Did you think you could avoid us?” Sinson-Rascalian screamed.
Manky was about to reply, before becoming distracted by Dark Alchemist who’d commandeered a portion of meal by sitting on it, an act that sparked a series of territorial disputes on par with the initial frenzy. With a free paw, the Dark Alchemist wiped a besieged portion upon his bottom that not only guaranteed entitlement, but some relief from its itchiness.
Noticing the same, Sinson-Rascalian tried ignoring it. “Just watch my face,” he said to Manky. “Did you believe we would never find you?”
Manky shook his head, a prudent response, considering the bedlam.
“And yet—” He was interrupted by several yelps and some inadvertent regurgitation. “And yet
