So it’s a doggo you want, hm? I present to you my boys, Bilbo Baggins the Corgo and Brady the Labrador. Your move.
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gecko kneels in the dirt. the wind is blowing in harsh gusts, scrapping against their bare cheeks almost painfully. in the distance, yet another challenger appears. their small forms begin to take shape the closer they become; very soon, the image of not one, but two good bois begin to solidify.
the very image of their fuzzy faces makes gecko’s heart stop. tears build up in their eyes, only to dry the moment they hit the arid desert atmosphere.
they sob, indescribably happy. they have, once more, been undeniably defeated.














