primitive fix.

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[... he's just sitting over here, crouched and looking quite pouty for a dog.]

Why am I fluffy?

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[goin-quackers.livejournal.com]

[At least Donald isn't alone in this, and this is REALLY funny, so he just laughs at you]

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[yipping at you madly now.]

H-Hey! S'not like I asked to be like this!

[goin-quackers.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, the yipping didn't really help, he's laughing harder]

None of us did...

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[growlll. look out, Donald, he's pouncing now.]

[goin-quackers.livejournal.com]

[You're a Pom-pom, you're tiny, he catches you and holds you at arms lenght]

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[... is tiny, so he's just waving all his paws in the air like he's trying to swim.]

Let-go-of-me-!

[goin-quackers.livejournal.com]

Why did you turn into a Pomeranian, of all things?

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[because his mun thought it'd be hilarious and quite fitting for this one. he's stopping, knowing that he can't get out of this anyhow. his ears pin down.]

Like I know!

[goin-quackers.livejournal.com]

[Puts him down]

Just don't get stepped on....

[ambermyth.livejournal.com]

[siigh. ... sticks close to him, now.]

I won't be.