Biscuit's Comments


The small creature slinks up, plopping himself in front of the familiar with a saddened huff. His lip wibbles; his forelegs shake. Poor thing is just so upset that his true love will never notice him.

"Mraaaaw?" goes the sparkly cat-pigeon thing. He tilts his head and his ears perk up. He carefully approaches the shaking creature, carefully inspecting his body. New friend?

Spork reaches behind him, and rummages in the furs of his tail- he pulls forth a very polished, very ornate dessert fork, and offers it to the familiar. It's not a bouquet of flowers, but he's trying.

Biscuit moves his head closer to sniff the thing, then sits down and grabs the thing in both paws. His grip on the thing isn't the strongest with his lack of thumbs, but he manages. It doesn't make him any less confused with the situation, though.

BISCUIT THO

THE FLYING DOG DRONE VIDEO WAS TOO STRONG, IT CONVERTED ME TO BISCUIT