✫ Harry
Harry has to stand on her toes to even attempt to be tall enough to hug one of her two favorite hand guns. “You’re home! Well back!” His home with his owners, not with her. “I’ve missed you! Did you grow?”
Colt leaned down and picked her up so she could hug him properly. "I'm at one of my homes," he said with a smile. He looked down at her and nodded. "Yeah I grew some. I guess more demons I killed more I grew." Is that odd?"








