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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 2:00 pm
The tears kept on flowing and the poor boy hardly noticed that Ter's tail had taken him. Which was probably a good thing as the kid was already at his limits for what he could take. Something about getting him something dry to wear and something about a diaper managed to make their way into his head, but he didn't comment.
Into the lobby rushed a rather frantic looking chimp woman. She couldn't believe she'd lost track of time! Cassi's class had let out some time ago! The poor boy was probably wondering where she was!
It was the familiar sobbing noise that brought Reign's attention to the trio, where she could half figure out what had happened rather quickly. Cassi was wet and crying and the girl of the group looked rather annoyed and uncomfortable and appeared to have been a victim of Cassi's... incident. Reign quickly made her way towards the group.
The sound of footsteps headed towards him made Cassi look around. Who else was coming to pick on him now? He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes to see more clearly. Wait.... "MOMMY!!" The boy burst into tears once more at the sight of his rescuer. Mommy would make everything better!!
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:45 pm
"Mommy?" Ter turned to look toward Reign for a long moment before looking at the rat-dog then back again before giving a chuckle, "So this is your soggy rat-dog then?" He asked, turning to look over at the woman again before he seemed to debate upon what he would do next. A part of him figured that he should probably give the brat back but it was such a shame... always so fun to tease the Hell out of this brat.
His tail tightened slightly, giving him a little squeeze before he stretched his tail out toward Reign, "Here you are, we were going to find him something dry to wear but... eh, if your the mom then I suppose that's more your thing then mine." No reason they should be nice if there was someone else that was willing to clean up the rat-dog's mess.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:36 am
Zyanya managed to remain as dignified as a woman could being covered in piddle. She looked to the mother tossing her an accusing look as if to blame her for not potty training her child. Crossing her arms over her chest she looked ready to leave, she wanted clean clothes...and who could really blame her? Smelling like urine wasn't exactly a turn on.
"He'd a timid thing.." She muttered under her breath unable to really turn and face the adult as this was just too embarrassed about the soiled clothes.
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