+475 Lazy, tubby wolfdog is lazy and tubby.
Answering the door? Puh. That was for not lazy skinny people. Sky was feeling very lazy that day, and so she'd taken to laying upside-down on her couch, head off the edge and feet propped up on the back, tail splayed out beside her, and hair decorating the floor like some sort of evil mess of gold. She had her mouth open, tongue pulled out by the metal bar that was the piercing, and with great effort, the light-headed girl was screwing on the second ball to the piercing, having just changed it over from a yellow one to a lime green one. Gods, she was bored.
So when the knock came at the door, a very garbled reply was shouted back. "It'ss oben! Co' in!" Her voice drawled a bit, cutting off with a yelp as she pulled on the piercing a bit, pinching her tongue. Ow...
Girl was dressed in a simple pair of jogging shorts (light pink, white trim) and a t-shirt (black), tight on her torso, with a cute butterfly pattern on the chest, stitched in with thin light pink thread. Her belly showed, a tad bit rounder below the ribs, but not by much. It also showed off the scars there; nasty looking old gashes that once ran from her sides to the middle of her stomach, now slightly parting the short fur that she had in optime form. The shorts also showed off the scars on her ankles, as if someone had wrapped her shins and heels in barbed wire and pulled hard on it.
Rather suspicious scars could also be seen on her wrists. This was probably the first time she'd gone without something covering them all, and with the way her head was back, the scar on her throat was also obvious, running horizontal across the front, a clean scar that looked to have been made with a knife, rather than claws or teeth. The same went for the vertical scars on her wrists... hm.
She didn't seem to notice how obvious she was making her scars out to be, too focused on the task of putting a ball stud onto a narrow rod of metal. It was normally easy for her, but with being upside-down like she was, it made for an interesting challenge. One she was happy to attempt, and stubborn to complete without fail. With a click, she'd grin, finally having managed the difficult task.
"And once... again...! I am... victorious! Hah! Ha ha...!" Her arms shot above her head (below her head) in victory, then fell limply to the floor as her head did the same. "Nnghh.... heeadd ruushh...." Upper canines were visable under her lips, pulled up from the gravity of being upside-down for so long, and sapphire eyes were closed. "....too lazy to sit up... nyeh...."
Admittedly, it was rather cute.
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