02-02-2020, 05:48 PM
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— the race was going to be absolute carnage. adding frederick stirling to the mix surely only made it that much worse. he flashed a few smiles towards people as he strolled past, wandering over towards the starting line. thomas, ever the dog whisperer, no doubt orchestrated the entire thing. hell, he probably put the dog race together just so that he could hand everyone’s asses over on a silver platter. maybe he wasn’t even participating and just wanted everyone to learn how to work a sled dog team… but though, freddie, being the competitive man he was, at least wouldn’t go down without a fight. throw some fun into the mix.
was it called cheating? no. frederick preferred simply “playing dirty” or something along those lines. his eyes wandered over towards edmund, raising his brows before heading over to perma-frown tommy. “are you racing?” might as well gauge the competition. gaze wandered towards the dogs, settling for bending down to briefly scratch between the ears. “you fit right in with these dogs, don’t you?” a sly comment said oh-so casually.
— the race was going to be absolute carnage. adding frederick stirling to the mix surely only made it that much worse. he flashed a few smiles towards people as he strolled past, wandering over towards the starting line. thomas, ever the dog whisperer, no doubt orchestrated the entire thing. hell, he probably put the dog race together just so that he could hand everyone’s asses over on a silver platter. maybe he wasn’t even participating and just wanted everyone to learn how to work a sled dog team… but though, freddie, being the competitive man he was, at least wouldn’t go down without a fight. throw some fun into the mix.
was it called cheating? no. frederick preferred simply “playing dirty” or something along those lines. his eyes wandered over towards edmund, raising his brows before heading over to perma-frown tommy. “are you racing?” might as well gauge the competition. gaze wandered towards the dogs, settling for bending down to briefly scratch between the ears. “you fit right in with these dogs, don’t you?” a sly comment said oh-so casually.
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH