Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140927154933/@comment-5583506-20141013185506

"It's not bugs", lamented Varg and gnawed on the top of his front leg. "It's fleas."

Mara rolled with her eyes. "Stop your bickering. And besides Raminus is right. You do smell bad in this form. Can't you... you know... change back to your more... bearable form?" She leaned in closer to him to whisper. "You know... so that we can... perhaps find someplace more private?"

He tried to make out what it was she was trying to say before raising his eyebrows in understanding. "Oh! Oh, you mean it like that. Well... I guess I could... but that will have to wait. Right now we've got an anchor to deal with."