Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20190811080941

"Yes, fuck me daddy-OH MY GOD THERE'S A FIRE!"

Lulu got lost in the moment before the smokey scent reached her nose and she almost ripped her pants when she tensed up in fear. Roxy grabbed a thick, moldy blanket and ran to smother the flames with it. The pale, scrawny werebat that fell earlier shrieked and howled as it flapped its wings before running to a nearby fire extinguisher, which failed to spray anything because it had expired and rusted over the opening years ago. After a few minutes of screaming, yelling and stomping on a smoking piece of heavy fabric, everyone calmed down as the fire was now extinguished.

The skinny white werebat, out of breath and now noticing how bright it was outside, trudged back to his colony's roost before flying up to his resting spot. Roxy, still panting from all the excitement, lifts the blanket to see what is left of the food. The trout was unsalvageable, but the salmon was untouched since it was too big to fi without being cut up into fillets or steaks first. The sausages that were being cooked were destroyed, but the rest were saved from their peers fiery fate. And the three milk jars from last night had yet to be opened, but were surprisingly cool to the touch. Weird. The rest of the meats were uncooked or burnt, but should probably be cooked or refrigerated soon.

"Well, on the bright side, we have enough to try again!"

Roxy stood next to the smouldering remains of the fire in her new outfit. A plaid skirt with a black tank top and a red flannel tied up in the front with the sleeves rolled up combined with her black spiked collar and wrist bling made the little former Chihuahua/Pinscher mix Cu Sith look like a little punk rocker/Catholic School Girl with a stubby tail and an ironing board chest.

I heard that you fat, bald monkey! She growls at the narration mentally.