Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190616163743/@comment-5583506-20190616170124

Psychomantis108 wrote: "Oh, I didn't mean it like that... I meant for medical purposes." Kayleigh explained.

"You're more man than dog, obviously but I wonder how much of each is in you and what's most prevelant in what places. It's kind of hard to tell, y'know?" Shanks choked on some beer going down his trachea and had to pound his chest. This was definitely a question he did not see coming. "Oh, uhm..." He cleared his throat. "Well, as you can tell by my rogueishly, handsome facial appearance, I am a very well-groomed pooch."

He demonstratively laidhis arms up on the table. "Shoulders, arms, hands, chest, abdomen, and hips are all very much human, I can assure you. Ignore the fur though."

He opened up the palm of his fuzzy hand, showcasing the soft padding tissue and the claws on each fingertip. "Quite handy for close combat", he said. "But the padding makes it quite hard to hold a beer."

He leaned back and nonchalantly put a leg up on the table surface. "From thereon it just goes south, figuratively speaking. I've got a fine pair of hind legs to stand on, complete with digitigrade feet. Helps me to outrun the very best of Raiders, and helps me to reach places I'd reckon you normal smooth-skins wouldn't. Though I'd gladly kill the scientists who thought that was a good idea since I can't wear boots for shit. And then I've got this one fluffy tail which people has the endearing habit on standing on when they feel like pissing me off."

He decided to leave out certain other aspects as he feared those probably freak her out. Hell, his own physiology freaked him out as well. Two centuries later and he still had to check himself in the mirror from time to time in order to accept what he had become.