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Wyngro's name: Iago
Floor and Room Number: 2-3D
What Part of the Cranny This Is: Hallways

Iago was beginning to grow tired of chores. Cleaning the dirt of wyngrew who couldn't be assed to clean their paws before stepping into the halls. So what if he were to focus more on his own path than those of others? The others should be more mindful of their dirt, at least his paws were perfectly clean.

Hawea didn't have to deal with this, that grimy traitor.

As he gingerly walked along to get himself some food, he trodded upon the fluffy tail of another wyngro, making her jump and spill her bucket. He lept backwards, opening his mouth right as the yellow gro spun around with a yelp. "Hey, that was my tail!"

"Well perhaps you shouldn't be leaving your tail in the middle of the hallway where it can be stepped on, you greasy tumbleweed!" Iago snapped, sticking his nose in the air.

"I was cleaning up! Everyone knows that the hallways get cleaned today, you're supposed to be careful." The yellow gro narrowed her eyes, rightfully annoyed by the persnickity finn in front of her.

"Don't you talk back to me, if you were cleaning up you wouldn't be doing so by completely slushing dirty water around the grain." Iago snapped, gesturing to, as it would look to anyone else who traveled down this hallway, a perfectly fine cleaning job."

The yellow gro huffed in offence, "If you think you can do it so well, why don't YOU take this job? Since you have such a perfect way of doing it." She squared up to the scrawny finn, the presence of her muscles seemingly not fazing him.

"Perfection is demanded from all, even from mangy coats like yourself." Iago snarled in her face, "Do it yourself."

He spun around, barely missing batting her in the face with his tail, before he walked away with a huff, leaving an absolutely furious gro in his wake
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Description
Wyngro's name: Iago
Floor and Room Number: 2-3D
What Part of the Cranny This Is: Hallways

Iago was beginning to grow tired of chores. Cleaning the dirt of wyngrew who couldn't be assed to clean their paws before stepping into the halls. So what if he were to focus more on his own path than those of others? The others should be more mindful of their dirt, at least his paws were perfectly clean.

Hawea didn't have to deal with this, that grimy traitor.

As he gingerly walked along to get himself some food, he trodded upon the fluffy tail of another wyngro, making her jump and spill her bucket. He lept backwards, opening his mouth right as the yellow gro spun around with a yelp. "Hey, that was my tail!"

"Well perhaps you shouldn't be leaving your tail in the middle of the hallway where it can be stepped on, you greasy tumbleweed!" Iago snapped, sticking his nose in the air.

"I was cleaning up! Everyone knows that the hallways get cleaned today, you're supposed to be careful." The yellow gro narrowed her eyes, rightfully annoyed by the persnickity finn in front of her.

"Don't you talk back to me, if you were cleaning up you wouldn't be doing so by completely slushing dirty water around the grain." Iago snapped, gesturing to, as it would look to anyone else who traveled down this hallway, a perfectly fine cleaning job."

The yellow gro huffed in offence, "If you think you can do it so well, why don't YOU take this job? Since you have such a perfect way of doing it." She squared up to the scrawny finn, the presence of her muscles seemingly not fazing him.

"Perfection is demanded from all, even from mangy coats like yourself." Iago snarled in her face, "Do it yourself."

He spun around, barely missing batting her in the face with his tail, before he walked away with a huff, leaving an absolutely furious gro in his wake
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Aw look, he's socializing

Strawbale belongs to VagrantCandle

MAX WYNS