[ the alpaca flips his beautiful fur. for a brief moment, filbo might be reminded of the glory and splendour of a romance novel cover. in his mind, he is transported to the bow of a ship, the sunset warm and radiant in the distance. he looks up, the sea breeze drifting through his lovely and non-slimy blue fur.
and there he is.
the wind artifully whipping his soft, alpaca fur to frame his handsome alpaca face. the white of his fur set ablaze with the colours of the setting sun. the shadows playing intensely on his handsome, chiselled alpacan features.
he looks very nice, is what i'm saying. gideon and thancred should be so lucky. ]
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and there he is.
the wind artifully whipping his soft, alpaca fur to frame his handsome alpaca face. the white of his fur set ablaze with the colours of the setting sun. the shadows playing intensely on his handsome, chiselled alpacan features.
he looks very nice, is what i'm saying. gideon and thancred should be so lucky. ]