Hate to say this, but I think I see Fearless scratching your couch. He also seems to be howling to you for his nom-noms.
"What do you-" Bazel was interrupted by a loud wail from the Fearless sitting on what remained of his sofa.Â
"No!" He responded. "Why do you keep coming here?! I don’t have anything for you!"Â
The Fearless tilted its head in confusion and gave a soft whine.Â
Bazel sighed and gave the other angel a few marshmallows. “Fine… you big spoiled mongrel.”Â















