02-16-2009, 09:48 PM
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The coyote lay still, not moving his dark eyes off the other's prone form. He wanted to be completely sure that he was safe before he moved. When, after a minute or two, there was still no response, Giggle used his good arm to prop himself up and in a moment of immaturity stuck out his tongue at the other. Although he had done nothing at all, not really, he still somehow felt strong and emboldened. See, he wasn't such a loser. He could defend himself against a drunk coyote with a shovel in the darkness. Giggle stood up and picked up the shovel, looking at it. He stood over the other for a moment. 'And my name is Giggle, fucker.' He muttered deeply, puffing out his chest to appear more masculine. And then he turned, shovel in tow, to go back to the mansion where his room was.