Another collaboration with Griff. Enjoy.

Basher stormed out of the gas station station, firmly kicking an empty plastic cup on the ground along the way. “Ignorant jerks,” he gruffed, ruffling his leather overcoat with the agitated scrunch of his muzzle, sending another piece of litter flying with a smack of his hoof as he sat down on the concrete. 

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“Um… can you stop, please?”

“Stop what?”

“Poking me.”

“Heheh. Aww, come on, you like me too much! Saying no won’t work! Now I know how to annoy you—”

*angry zombie bug noises*

“…eep!” *scurries off*