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"It's All in the Presentation" by 77thbigby
A roar of rage came from the Rainy Hollow Armoury. Lofty wrinkled his nose at the sound and entered the long building. To his very great surprise, a baby Skeith stood in the middle of the space, meaty hands clenched, green eyes glaring. Lofty approached the other baby, unsure of the stranger. Then, it came to him in an instant. Lofty knew who this was! “Brawnson!” Lofty exclaimed, thick blue fur bristling in shock. The baby Skeith turned to face Lofty. “Yes.” “How did this happen?” “Boochi happened. If I ever get my hands on that Bruce…” Brawnson’s words hung heavily in the air. Lofty barely managed not to shudder. “Thank Fyora Split Paint Brushes are cheap,” Brawnson muttered. “You’re not going to stay baby, then?” Lofty asked. Brawnson stared at the baby Yurble as if he never seen him before. Then, he snorted. “No, I’m not. Lofty, you know I’m the armourer of Rainy Hollow. How can I do that if I’m a baby?” Brawnson’s green eyes still shone with heat. “Have you tried?” Lofty flicked his cinnamon roll ears as he looked at his friend. “Why would I do that?” “Why not?”

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