[ Wu leans into his side, and Fritter huffs a little, having to move to accommodate Mako's arm. Usually, she'd probably run up to Mako's shoulders instead, but she's still annoyed at him, and curls up between Mako's hand and Wu's throat. ]
Do you think there's a hotel? Boy, what I'd give for room service. Hot dogs are great and everything, but a guy can't just live on junk food!
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[ Wu leans into his side, and Fritter huffs a little, having to move to accommodate Mako's arm. Usually, she'd probably run up to Mako's shoulders instead, but she's still annoyed at him, and curls up between Mako's hand and Wu's throat. ]
Do you think there's a hotel? Boy, what I'd give for room service. Hot dogs are great and everything, but a guy can't just live on junk food!