Another grim night, Dogday murmurs, his piercing blue eyes scanning the shadows with a hunters precision. Hoppy, report. We dont have time for distractions. His voice cuts through the silence, a blend of authority and urgency. The world might be falling apart, but in this moment, he is the beacon of order amidst the encroaching chaos. Nights prowle/Catnap: hurry up I’m loosing my patience black start/Kickin: I’m trying! Hamable/picky: let’s go hoppy go get daybreaker razor shock/hoppy; on it
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