About as well as you can. They're probably worse than the pups...
[His voice trails and he stops from his brushing, a large pile of fluff almost half the size of the corgi it came from already forming. But Eustace sits there, his brows furrowing.
Pups?
What pups?
And when he thinks about puppies.... Why does a white blur appears as well?
So he's going to be oddly silent as he tries to parse through this strange feeling.]
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[His voice trails and he stops from his brushing, a large pile of fluff almost half the size of the corgi it came from already forming. But Eustace sits there, his brows furrowing.
Pups?
What pups?
And when he thinks about puppies.... Why does a white blur appears as well?
So he's going to be oddly silent as he tries to parse through this strange feeling.]